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A 
COLLECTION 



OF 



PSALMS, HYMNS, 



AND 



Sptrftttal Songs; 

SELECTED FROM DIFFERENT AUTHORS; 



THE WHOLE BEING 



CLASSED AND ARRANGED ACCORDING TO THEIR 
RESPECTIVE SUBJECTS. 

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BY LUKE BARKER, M. D, 



Sing praises to God, sing praises : sing praises unto our King, 
sing praises. For God is the King of all the earth : sing ye praises 
with understanding. — Psalm xlvii. 6, 7. 

Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wisdom; teach- 
ing and admonishing one another in psalms, and hymns, and spiritual 
songs, singing with grace in your hearts to the Lord. — Col, lii, 16= 



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CONTENTS. 



CLASS I, GOD 



J 

His Being and Perfections . . fourteen 


'age, 
1 


Creation and Providence . , eleven 


12 


CLASS II. CHRIST. 




Incarnation and birth of Christ . twelve 


21 


Life and Ministry . . . three 


30 


Sufferings and Death .... nine 


32 


Resurrection and Ascension . . fourteen 


38 


Exaltation . . . . . . seven 


49 


Intercession ..... four 


54 


Characters and Representations placed alphabetically, 


viz. 


Advocate . ... . one 


57 


Brazen Serpent one 


5S 


Bread of Life ..... one 


59 


Chief among ten thousand . . . one 


59 


Corner Stone ..... two 


60 


Desire of all Nations .... one 


62 


The Door one 


62 


Fountain two 


63 


Head of the Church .... one 


65 


High Priest . , . . one 


65 


King of Saints one 


66 


Lamb of God two 


67 


Messiah one 


68 


Pearl of great price one 


69 


Physician of souls .... one 


70 



IV CONTENTS. 






Page. 


Prophet, Priest, and King . . . one 


71 


The Lord our Righteousness . . one 


71 


Rock of Ages ...... one 


72 


Saviour, the only one .... one 


73 


Shepherd ...... two 


74 


Way, Truth, and Life .... two 


75 


Hosannas to Christ ..... tico 


77 


CLASS III. THE" SCRIPTURES. 




Properties of the Scriptures . . . nine 


78 


The Gospel ..... twelve 


84 


Invitations ...... fourteen 


92 


Promises ..... nine 


103 



CLASS IV. 
INFLUENCES OF THE SPIRIT 



seven 110 



CLASS V. CHRISTIAN GRACES. 



Faith 

Hope , 

Love; including, love to God, to Christ, to 

the Brethren, and to all mankind 
Religion vain without love . 
Armour 
Benevolence 
Confidence 
Contentment 
Delight in God 
Diligence and Holy Zeal 
Fortitude 
Godliness . 
Gratitude 
Holiness 
Humility 

Joy .... 
Patience 



eight 


115 


seven 


120 


eleven 


125 


two 


133 


three 


135 


two 


137 


one 


139 


one 


139 


one 


140 


tico 


141 


two 


142 


one 


144 


two 


144 


three 


145 


four 


147 


two 


149 


one 


151 



CONTEXTS. V 

Page. 

Perseverance ..... three 152 

Race two 154 

Rejoicing ...... two 156 

Repentance jive 157 

Resignation ..... three 161 

Submission ...... four 163 

Zeal ....... five 166 



CLASS VI. SINNERS. 

Addressed . . . . . three 169 

Alarmed two 172 

Expostulation with one 173 

Invited ...... eight 174 

Called to Repentance .... two 179 



CLASS VII. BAPTISM. seventeen 181 



CLASS VIII THE CHURCH. 



Christ the Foundation of the Church 

At the Formation of a Church 

Church Described . . 

Pleasures and Advantages of Worship 

Lord's Day Hymns 

Eternal Sabbath .... 

Dismission Hymns 

Lord's Supper . . . . 

Ordination of Elders and Deacons . 

On sending out one to preach the Gospel 

A Missionary Song 

On Reception of Members 

Steadfastness of the Church 

Parting of Christian Friends 

On Recovery from Sickness 

Death of Christian Friends 

On the Resurrection of Saints 



one 


193 


four 


193 


six 


196 


nine 


201 


. seven 


207 


one 


212 


nine 


213 


twenty-five 


217 


three 


232 


A one 


234 


one 


235 


five 


236 


one 


239 


three 


240 


. four 


242 


five 


245 


four 


249 



VI CONTENTS. 

Page. 

CLASS IX. MISCELLANEOUS. 

For Family Worship .... 

Morning and Evening Hymns .' 

Youth and Old Age 

Sickness and Recovery 

Funeral Hymns ..... 

Time and Eternity . . 

Death and Resurrection • 

Judgment ...... 

Particular Seasons, viz. : For a New Year's 

Day, Close of the Year, the Seasons. 

and a Birth-day Hymn 
The Traveller's Hymn .... 
Types of Christ, or, Old Testament Gospel 



four 


252 


thirteen 


254 


six 


263 


eight 
four 


267 

273 


four 


276 


six 


279 


four 


284 


four 


287 


one 


290 


I one 


291 



PSALMS & HYMNS, &c 



GOD. 



THE BEING AND PERFECTIONS OF GOD, 



1. L. M. Stennett. 
A Song of Praise to God. 

1 To God, the Universal King, 

Let all mankind their tribute bring ; 
All that have breath, your voices raise, 
In songs of never-ceasing praise. 

2 The spacious earth on which we tread, 
And wider heav'ns stretch'd o'er our head, 
A large and solemn temple frame, 

To celebrate its Builder's fame. 

3 Here the bright sun, that rules the day, 
As through the sky he makes his way, 
To all the world proclaims aloud 
The boundless sov'reignty of God. 

4 When from our view the sun retires, 
And with the day his voice expires, 
The moon and stars adopt the song, 
And through the night his praise prolong. 

1 



*& THE BEING AND 

5 But man, endow'd with nobler pow'rs, 
His God, in nobler strains adores : 
His is the gift to know the song, 
As well as sing with tuneful tongue. 

2. L. M. Watts. 

" Thy throne is established of old." Ps. xcviii. 

1 Jehovah reigns ; he dwells in light, 
Girded with majesty and might ; 
The world, created by his hands, 
Still on its firm foundation stands. 

2 But ere this spacious world was made, 
Or had its first foundation laid, 

Thy throne eternal ages stood : 
Thou art the everlasting God. 

Q 

Like floods, the angry nations rise, 
And aim their rage against the skies : 
Vain floods, that aim their rage so high ! 
At thy rebuke the billows die. 

4 For ever shall thy throne endure ; 
Thy promise stands for ever sure ; 
And everlasting holiness 
Adorns the dwelling of thy grace. 

3. C. M. Watts. 

Psalm cxi. 

I Great is the Lord ; his works of might 
Demand our noblest songs ; 
Let his assembled saints unite 
Their harmony of tongues, 



PERFECTIONS OF GOD. O 

2 Great is the mercy of the Lord, 

He gives his children food ; 
And, ever mindful of his word, 
He makes his promise good. 

3 His Son, the great Redeemer, came 

To seal his cov'nant sure ; 
Holy and rev'rend is his name, 
His ways are just and pure. 

4 They that would grow divinely wise, 

Must with his fear begin; 
Our only proof of knowledge lies 
In hating ev'ry sin. 

4. L. M. Watts. 
The all-seeing God. Ps. cxxxix. 

1 Lord, thou hast search'd and seen us through; 
Thine eye commands with piercing view 
Our rising and our resting hours, 

Our hearts and flesh with all their pow'rs. 

2 Our thoughts, before they are our own, 
Are to our God distinctly known ; 

He knows the words we mean to speak 
Ere from our op'ning lips they break. 

3 Within thy circling pow'r we stand ; 
On ev'ry side we find thy hand ; 
Awake, asleep, at home, abroad, 
We are surrounded still with God, 



4 



Amazing knowledge, vast and great ! 
What large extent! what lofty height i 



4 THE BEING AND 

Our souls, with all the pow'rs they boast, 
Are in the boundless prospect lost. 

5 O may these thoughts possess our breast, 
Where'er we rove, where'er we rest ! 
Nor let our weaker passions dare 
Consent to sin, for God is there. 

5. C. M. Watts. 

The goodness of God. Ps. cxlv. 

1 Sweet is the mem'ry of thy grace, 

O God, our heav'nly King : 
Let age to age thy righteousness, 
In sounds of glory sing. 

2 God reigns on high, but not confines 

His goodness to the skies : 
Thro' the whole earth his bounty shines, 
And ev'ry want supplies. 

3 With longing eyes, thy creatures wait 

On thee for daily food : 
Thy lib'ral hand provides their meat, 
And fills their mouths with good. 

4 How kind are thy compassions, Lord ! 

How slow thine anger moves ! 
But soon he sends his pard'ning word, 
To cheer the souls he loves. 

5 Creatures, with all their endless race, 

Thy pow'r and praise proclaim . 
But saints, who taste thy richer grace, 
Delight to bless thy name. 



PERFECTIONS OF GOD. 

6. L. M. 

The spirituality of God. John iv. 24. 

1 Thou art, O God ! a Spirit pure, 
Invisible to mortal eyes ; 

Th' immortal, and th' eternal Ring, 
The great, the good, the only wise. 

2 Whilst nature changes, and her works 
Corrupt, decay, dissolve and die. 
Thou still dost live, no change shall see, 
Secure of immortality. 

3 Thou great Invisible ! what hand 
Can draw thy image spotless fair ? 
To what in heav'n, or what on earth, 
Can men to thee, O Lord, compare 1 

4 Alas ! poor heathens frame their gods, 
Of gold and silver, wood and stone ; 
Thou art the God who made the heav'ns, 
Thou art Jehovah, thou alone. 

7. C. M. Steele. 

The Goodness of God. Nahum i. 7. 

1 Ye humble souls, approach your God 

With songs of sacred praise, 
For he is good, immensely good, 
And kind are all his ways. 

2 All nature owns his guardian care. 

In him we live and move ; 
But nobler benefits declare 
The wonders of his love* 



O THE BEING AND 

3 He gave his Son, his only Son, 

To ransom rebel worms ; 
'Tis here he makes his goodness known 
In its diviner forms. 

4 To this dear refuge, Lord, we come; 

'Tis here our hope relies ; 
A safe defence, a peaceful home, 
When storms of trouble rise. 

5 Great God, to thy almighty love 

What honours shall we raise 1 
Not all the raptur'd souls above 
Can render equal praise. 

8. L. M. Watts. 
Psalm cxxxv. 

1 Praise ye the Lord, exalt his name, 
While in his holy courts ye wait ; 
Ye saints, that to his house belong, 
Or stand attending at his gate. 

2 Praise ye the Lord ; the Lord is good ; 
To praise his name is sweet employ : 
Isr'el he chose of old, and still 

His Church is his peculiar care. 

3 The Lord himself will judge his saints ; 
He treats his servants as his friends ; 
And when he hears their sore complaints, 
Removes the sorrows that he sends. 

4 Through ev'ry age the Lord declares 

His name, and breaks the oppressor's rod ; 
He gives his sufPring servants rest, 
And will be known the Almighty God. 



PERFECTIONS OF GOD. 

9. 7s. Francis. 

The Majesty of God. 

1 Glory to th' eternal King, 
Clad in majesty supreme ! 
Let all heav'n his praises sing, 
Let all worlds his pow'r proclaim. 

2 Through eternity he reigns, 
In unbounded realms of light; 
He the universe sustains, 

As an atom in his sight. 

3 Suns on suns through boundless space, 
With their sytems move or stand ; 

Or, to occupy their place, 
New orbs rise at his command. 

4 Kingdoms flourish, empires fall, 
Nations live, and nations die, 
All form nothing, nothing all — 
At the movement of his eye. 

5 O, let our transported souls 
Ever on his glories gaze ! 
Ever yield to his control, 
Ever sound his lofty praise ! 

10. As the 148th Psalm. Watts. 

Psalm cxxxvi. 

1 Give thanks to God most high, 
The universal Lord ; 
The Sov'reign King of kings ; 
And be his grace ador'd. 



8 THE BEING AND 

His pow'r and grace 
Are still the same ; , 
And let his name 
Have endless praise. 

2 How mighty is his hand ! 
What wonders hath he done ! 
He form'd the earth and seas, 
And spread the heav'ns alone. 

Thy mercy, Lord, 
Shall still endure ; 
And ever sure 
Abides thy word. 

3 His wisdom fram'd the sun, 
To crown the day with light ; 
The moon and twinkling stars, 
To cheer the darksome night. 

His pow'r and grace 
Are still the same ; 
And let his name 
Have endless praise. 

4 He saw the nations lie 
All perishing in sin ; 
And pity'd the sad state 
The ruin'd world was in. 

Thy mercy, Lord, 
Shall still endure ; 
And ever sure 
Abides thy word. 

5 He sent his only Son 

To save us from our woe, 
From Satan, sin, and death, 
And ev'ry hurtful foe. 



PERFECTIONS OF GOD. V* 

His pow'r and grace 
Are still the same ; 
And let his name 
Have endless praise. 

6 Give thanks aloud to God, 
To God the heav'nly King ; 
And let the spacious earth 
His works and glories sing. 

Thy mercy, Lord, 

Shall still endure ; 

And ever sure 

Abides thy word. 

11. L. M. Watts. 

" Praise him all ye people. 71 

1 From all that dwell below the skies, 
Let the Creator's praise arise : 
Let the Redeemer's name be sung, 
Through ev'ry land by ev'ry tongue. 

2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord, 
Eternal truth attends thy word : 

Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, 
Till suns shall rise and set no more. 

12. L. M. Addison. 
Praise to God from the heavenly bodies. 

1 The spacious firmament on high, 
With all the blue ethereal sky, 

And spangled heav'ns, a shining frame, 
Their great original proclaim. 

2 Th' unwearied sun, from day to day, 
Doth his Creator's pow'r display ; 



10 THE BEING AND 

And publishes to ev'ry land, 
The work of an Almighty hand. 

3 Soon as the ev'ning shades prevail, 
The moon takes up the wond'rous tale, 
And nightly, to the list'ning earth, 
Repeats the story of her birth. 

4 Whilst all the planets in their turn, 
And all the stars that round her burn ; 
Proclaim the tidings as they roll, 
And spread the truth from pole to pole. 

5 What though in solemn silence all 
Move round this dark terrestrial ball ; 
What though, no real voice, nor sound, 
Amidst those shining orbs be found : 

6 In reason's ear they all rejoice, 
Aud utter forth a glorious voice ; 
For ever singing as they shine, 
The hand that made us is divine. 

13. L. M. Watts. 

God exalted above all praise. 

1 Eternal Pow'r ! whose high abode 
Becomes the grandeur of a God ; 
Infinite lengths, beyond the bounds 
Where stars revolve their little rounds. 

2 The lowest step around thy seat 
Rises too high for Gabriel's feet ; 
In vain the tall arch-angel tries 

To reach the height with wond'ring eyes. 



PERFECTIONS OF GOD. 11 

3 Lord, what shall earth and ashes do ? 
We would adore our Maker too ; 
From sin and dust to thee we cry, 
The Great, the Holy, and the High. 

4 Earth from afar has heard thy fame, 
And worms have learnt to lisp thy name ; 
But O, the glories of thy mind 

Leave all our soaring thoughts behind. 

5 God is in heav'n, but man below, 

Be short our tunes, our words be few ; 
A sacred rev'rence checks our songs, 
And praise sits silent on our tongues. 

14, L. M. 

God the proper object of praise. 

1 Ye sons of men, in sacred lays, 
Attempt your great Creator's praise : 
But O what tongue can speak his fame ! 
What mortal voice can reach the theme ! 

2 Enthron ? d amid th' radiant spheres, 
He, glory, like a garment, wears : 

His boundless wisdom, pow'r, and grace, 
Command our awe, invite our praise. 

3 To God all nature owes its birth ; 

He form'd this ponderous globe of earth, 
He rais'd the glorious arch on high, 
And measur'd out the azure sky. 

4 In all our Maker's vast designs, 
Omnipotence with wisdom shines ; 



12 CREATION AND 

His works, through all the wond'rous frame, 
Bear the great impress of his name. 

5 Rais'd on devotion's lofty wing, 
Our souls his high perfections sing ; 
O let his praise employ our tongues, 
And list'ning worlds approve the songs ! 



CREATION AND PROVIDENCE, 



15. C. M. Watts. 

Psalm xxxiii. 

1 Rejoice, ye righteous, in the Lord, 

This work belongs to you ; 
Sing of his name, his ways, his word, 
How holy, just, and true ! 

2 His mercy and his righteousness, 

Let heav'n aud earth proclaim ; 
His works of nature and of grace 
Reveal his wond'rous name. 

3 His wisdom and almighty word 

The heav'nly arches spread ; 
And by the Spirit of the Lord 
Their shining hosts were made. 

4 He bid the liquid waters flow 

To their appointed deep ; 
The flowing seas their limits know, 
And their own station keep. 



PROVIDENCE. 13 

5 Ye tenants of the spacious earth, 
With fear before him stand \ 
He spake, and nature took its birth, 
And rests on his command. 

16. L. M. Doddridge. 
God's goodness to the Children of Men. Psalm cvii. 31. 

1 Ye sons of men, with joy record 
The various wonders of the Lord ; 
And let his pow'r and goodness sound 
Through all your tribes the earth around 

2 Let the high heav'ns your songs invite, 
Those spacious fields of brilliant light ; 
Where sun, and moon, and planets roll, 
And stars, that glow from pole to pole. 

3 See earth, in verdant robes array'd, 

Its herbs and flow'rs, its fruit and shade ; 
Peopled with life of various forms, 
Offish, and fowl, and beasts, and worms. 

4 View the broad sea's majestic plains, 
And think how wide its Maker reigns ; 
That band remotest nations joins, 
And on each wave his goodness shines. 

5 But O ! that brighter world above, 
Where lives and reigns incarnate love ! 
God's only Son, in flesh array'd, 

For man a bleeding victim made. 

17. L. M. Watts. 

Psalm xxxvi. 5 — 9. 
1 High in the heav'ns, eternal God, 
Thy goodness in full glory shines ; 
2 



14 CREATION AND 

Thy truth shall break through evVy cloud 
That veils and darkens thy designs. 

2 For ever firm thy justice stands, 

As mountains their foundations keep : 
Great are the wonders of thine hands ; 
Thy judgments are a mighty deep. 

3 Thy providence is kind and large, 
Both man and beast thy bounty share ; 
But while all nature is thy charge, 
Thy saints are thy peculiar care. 

4 O God ! how excellent thy grace, 
Whence all our hope and comfort springs 
The sons of Adam in distress, 

Fly to the shadow of thy wings. 

5 From the provision of thy house, 
We shall be fed with sweet repast ; 
There mercy like a river flows, 
And brings salvation to our taste. 

6 Life, like a fountain rich and free, 
Springs from the presence of our Lord : 
And in thy light our souls shall see 
The glories promis'd in thy word. 

18. L. M. Watts. 

Psalm c. 

1 Before Jehovah's awful throne, 
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy : 
Know that the Lord is God alone, 
He can create, and he destroy. 

2 His sov'reign pow'r, without our aid, 
Made us of clay, and form'd us men ; 



PROVIDENCE. 15 

And when, like wand'ring sheep we stray 'd, 
He brought us to his fold again. 

3 We are his people, we his care, 
Our souls and all our mortal frame : 
What lasting honours shall we rear, 
Almighty Maker, to thy name ! 

4 We'll praise thy name with thankful songs, 
High as the heav'ns our voices raise ; 
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, 
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. 

5 Wide as the world is thy command ; 
"Vast as eternity thy love ; 

Firm as a rock thy truth must stand, 
When rolling years shall cease to move. 

19. L. M. Watts. 

1 Sing to the Lord that built the skies, 
The Lord that rear'd this stately frame ; 
Let all the nations sound his praise, 
And lands unknown repeat his name. 

2 He form'd the seas and form'd the hills, 
Made ev'ry drop and all the dust, 
Nature and time, with all their wheels, 
And push'd them into motion first. 

3 Now from his high imperial throne 
He looks far down upon the spheres ; 
He bids the shining orbs roll on, 
And round he turns the hasty years. 

4 Thus shall this moving engine last 
Till all his saints are gather'd in ; 



16 CREATION AND 

Then shall the trumpet's dreadful sound, 
Announce it all to dust again. 

20. L. M. Batty. 

1 Great is our God on Zion's hill, 
Whose presence heav'n and earth doth fill, 
And through the boundless space between, 
His wisdom and his pow'r are seen. 

2 The whole creation naked lies 
Before God's all-pervading eyes : 
His pow'rful hand preserveth all, 
Nature and creatures great and small. 

3 He hears the croaking rav'ns* prayers, 
And daily food for them prepares: 
'Tis by his providential care 

That birds are caught, or 'scape the snare. 

4 He who these wonders daily shews, 
And ev'ry year the earth renews, 
Cannot but still be more profuse 
To creatures of more noble use. 

5 There's certain proof from heav'n above, 
That man's an object of God's love ; 
He, who for us did shed his blood, 
Will not deny the lesser good. 

21. C. M. Steele. 

Praise for the blessings of Providence and Grace. Ps.cxxix 

1 Almighty Father, gracious Lord, 

Kind guardian of our days, 

Thy mercies may we still record 

In songs of grateful .praise. 



# PROVIDENCE. 17 

2 In life's first dawn, our tender frame 

Was thy indulgent care, 
Long ere we could pronounce thy name, 
Or call on thee by pray'r. 

3 While sweet reflection through our days 

Thy bounteous hand would trace ; 
Still richer blessings claim our praise, 
The blessings of thy grace. 

4 Yes, we adore thee, gracious Lord ! 

For favours more divine ; 
That we have known thy sacred word, 
Where Jesu's glories shine. 

■5 Lord, when this mortal frame decays, 
And death shall close our eyes, 
Complete the triumphs of thy grace, 
And raise us to the skies. 

^6 Then shall our joyful pow'rs unite, 
In more exalted lays, 
And join the happy sons of light 
In everlasting praise. 

22. C. M. Fawcett. 

Knowledge at present imperfect. 1 Cor. xiii. 9. 
1 Thy way, O God, is in the sea ; 
Thy paths we cannot trace ; 
Nor comprehend the mystery 
Of thy unbounded grace, 

"9 Here the dark veils of flesh and sense 
Do now our souls surround, 
Mysterious deeps of providence 
Our wand'ring thoughts confound. 

2* 



18 CREATION AND . 

2 As through a glass, we dimly see 
The wonders of thy love ; 
How little do we know of thee, 
Or of the joys above. 

4 ? Tis but in part we know thy will ; 

We bless thee for the sight ; 
Soon will thy love the rest reveal 
In glory's clearer light. 

5 With rapture then shall we survey 

Thy providence and grace ; 

And spend an everlasting day 

In wonder, love, and praise. 

23. L. M. 

Phil. iv. 6, 7. 

1 Great Lord of earth, and sea, and skies, 
Thy wealth the needy world supplies ; 
On thee alone the whole depends, 

Thy care to ev'ry part extends. 

2 To thee perpetual thanks we owe 
For all our blessings here below : 
Our daily bread thy bounty gives, 
Our needy souls thy grace relieves. 

3 To thee we would glad homage bring, 
In grateful hymns thy praises sing ; 
Direct to thee our joyfiil eyes. 

And humbly look for fresh supplies. 

4 On thee we '11 evermore depend, 

The rich, the sure, the faithful friend ; 
Thy wisdom shall our portion choose, 
Nor would we once thy choice refuse. 



PROVIDENCE. 19 

24. L. M. Watts. . 

Psalm cxlvii. 

1 Praise ye the Lord ; 'tis good to raise 
Our hearts and voices in his praise ; 
His nature and his works invite 

To make this duty our delight. 

2 The Lord builds up Jerusalem, 
And gathers nations to his name : 
His mercy melts the stubborn soul, 
And makes the broken spirit whole. 

3 He form'd the stars, those heav'nly flames ; 
He counts their numbers, calls their names ; 
His wisdom's vast, and knows no bound, 

A deep where all our thoughts are drown'd. 

4 He makes the grass the hills adorn, 
And clothes the fruitful fields with corn : 
And beasts with food his hands supply, 
And the young ravens when they cry. 

-5 But saints are lovely in his sight ; 
He views his children with delight ; 
He sees their hope, he knows their fear, 
Ana 1 looks, and loves his image there. 

25. P. M. Watts. • 

Praise to God from all creatures. Psalm cxlviii. 

1 Ye tribes of Adam, join 
With heav'n, and earth, and seas, 
And offer notes divine 
To your Creator's praise. 



20 CREATION AND PROVIDENCE. 

Ye holy throng, 
Of angels bright, 
In worlds of light 
Begin the song. 

2 Thou sun with dazzling rays, 
And moon that rules the night, 
Shine to your Maker's praise, 
With stars of twinkling light. 

His pow'r declare, 
Ye floods on high, 
And clouds that fly 
In empty air. 

3 The shining worlds above 
In glorious order stand, 
Or in swift courses move 
By his supreme command. 

He spake the word, 
And all their frame 
From nothing came 
To praise the Lord. 

4 He mov'd their mighty wheels 
In unknown ages past, 

And each his word fulfils 
While time and nature last. 
In different ways 
His works proclaim 
His wondrous name, 
And speak his praise. 

5 Let all the nations fear 
The God that rules above ; 
He brings his people near, 
And makes them taste his love. 



INCARNATION, &C. 21 



While earth and sky 
Attempt his praise, 
His saints shall raise 
His honours high. 



CHRIST. 



INCARNATION AND BIRTH OF CHRIST, 



26. L. M. Watts. 

Virgin Mary's Song. Luke i. 46. 

1 Our souls shall magnify the Lord; 
In God the Saviour we rejoice : 
While we repeat the virgin's song, 
May the same spirit tune our voice. 

2 The Highest saw her low estate, 

And mighty things his hand hath done : 
His over-shadowing pow'r and grace 
Made her the mother of his Son. 

3 He spake to Abra'm and his seed, 

u In thee shall all the earth be bless'd ;" 
The mem'ry of that ancient word 
Lay long in his eternal breast. 

4 And now no more shall Isr'el wait, 
No more the Gentiles lie forlorn : 
Lo, the desire of nations come ; 
Behold the promised seed is born ! 



22 INCARNATION AND 

5 To those that fear and trust the Lord, 
His mercy stands for ever sure ; 
From age to age his promise lives, 
And the performance is secure. 



27. C. M. Medley. 
Glory to God in the highest. Luke ii. 14. 

1 Mortals, awake, with angels join, 

And chant the solemn lay ; 
Joy, love, and gratitude, combine 
To hail th' auspicious day. 

2 In heav'n the rapt'rous song began, 

And sweet seraphic fire 
Through all the shining legions ran, 
And strung and tun'd the lyre. 

3 Swift through the vast expanse it flew, 

And loud the echo roll'd ; 
The theme, the song, the joy, was new, 
'Twas more than heav'n could hold. 

4 Hark ! the cherubic armies shout, 

And glory leads the song ; 
Good will and peace are heard throughout 
Th' harmonious heav'nly throng. 

5 Hail Prince of Life ! for ever hail, 

Redeemer, brother, friend ! 
Tho' earth and time, and life, should fail, 
Thy praise shall never end. 



BIRTH OF CHRIST. 23 

28. S. M. Watts. 
" Behold ! Ibring you good tidings." Luke i. 30. — ii. 10. 

1 Behold ! the grace appears, 
The promise is fulfilled ; 

Mary, the favour'd virgin, bears, 
And Jesus is the child. 

2 The great, th' eternal God, 
Calls him his only Son : 

He bids him rule the lands abroad, 
And gives him David's throne. 

3 O'er Jacob shall he reign, 
With a peculiar sway : 

The nations shall his grace obtain, 
His kingdom ne'er decay. 

4 Glory to God on high, 

And heav'nly peace on earth ; 
Good-will to men, to angels joy, 
At the Redeemer's birth. 

5 In worship so divine, 
Angels employ'd their tongues; 

We, with the hosts celestial, join, 
And loud repeat their songs. 

6 Glory to God on high, 

And heav'nly peace on earth ; 
Good-will to men, to angels joy, 
At our Redeemer's birth. 



24 INCARNATION AND 

29. C. M. Steele. 

u The word was made flesh." John i. 14. 

1 Awake, awake, the sacred song 

To our incarnate Lord : 
Let ev'ry heart and ev'ry tongue, 
Adore th' eternal Word. 

2 Jehovah's wisdom, pow'r, and love, 

Shone in their brightest forms, 
When Jesus left his throne above, 
To dwell with sinful worms. 

3 To dwell with mis'ry here below, 

The Saviour left the skies ; 
And sunk to wretchedness, and woe, 
That worthless men might rise. 

4 Adoring angels tun'd their songs, 

To hail the joyful day : 
With rapture, then, let mortal tongues 
Their grateful worship pay. 

5 What glory, Lord, to thee is due ! 

With wonder we adore ; 
But, could we sing as angels do, 
Our highest praise were poor. 

30. CM. Watts. 

Psalm xcviii. 

1 Joy to the world ; Messiah's come ; 
Let earth receive her King ; 
Let ev'ry heart prepare him room, 
And heav'n and nature sing. 



BIRTH OF CHRIST. 25 

2 Joy to the earth, the Saviour reigns ; 

Let men their songs employ : 
While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and 
plains, 
Repeat the sounding joy. 

3 No more let sins and sorrows grow, 

Nor thorns infest the ground ; 
He came to make his blessings flow, 
Far as the curse is found. 

4 He rules the world with truth and grace, 

And makes the nations prove 
The glories of his righteousness, 
And wonders of his love. 

31. L. M. Batty. 

1 While many sing of inward good, 
And softly speak of grace and blood ; 
Our song shall be of hifn who dy'd, 
And for our sins was crucify'd. 

2 Who can declare his heav'nly birth ! 
Angels with wonder, on the earth 
Beheld their God, from blazing day, 
Disguis'd in robes of mortal clay. 

3 Blush ! O ye earthly kings ! to see 
The King of kings in poverty ; 
Born of a poor and lowly maid, 
And helpless in a manger laid ! 

4 Though God in humble form appear'd, 
Kings trembled, and their people fear'd ; 
And terror spread whole countries round, 
When he in swathing clothes was bound. 

3 



26 INCARNATION AND 

5 This mystery still be all our theme, 
To know and worship the Supreme ! 
In human flesh made near and low ; 
'Tis life eternal this to know. 

32. 8,7. 

Consolation of Israel. Luke ii. 25. 

1 Come, thou long expected Jesus, 

Born to set thy people free ; 
From our sinful fears release us, 

Let us find our rest in thee : 
Israel's strength and consolation, 

Hope of all thy saints thou art ; 
Dear desire of ev'ry nation, 

Joy of ev'ry longing heart. 

2 Born, thy people to deliver ; 

Born their everlasting King : 
Come, and reign in us for ever, 

Now thy gracious Kingdom bring : 
By thine own eternal spirit, 

Rule in all our hearts alone ; 
By thine all sufficient merit, 

Raise us to thy glorious throne. 

33. L. M. Watts. 
Psalm xcvii. 6 — 9. 

1 The Lord is come ; the heav'ns proclaim 
His birth : the nations learn his name; 
An unknown star directs the road 

Of eastern sages to their God. 

2 All ye bright armies of the skies, 
Go worship where the Saviour lies ; 



BIRTH OF CHRIST. 27 

Angels and kings before him bow, 
Those gods on high, and gods below. 

3 Idols shall totter to the ground, 

And their own worshippers confound : 

But Zion shall his glories sing, 

And earth confess her sov'reign King. 

34. As 148th Ps. 

" Unto us a child is born. 19 Is. ix. 6. 
1 The long expected morn, 
Has dawn'd upon the earth ; 
The Saviour, Christ, is born, 
And Angels sing his birth : 
We'll join the bright seraphic throng, 
And share their joys, and swell their song. 

3 Good will and peace divine, 
To highly favour'd man : 
No wisdom, Lord, but thine 
Could form the gracious plan : 
To save the guilty and the lost, 
Thyself remaining true and just. 

3 Praise then the Lord most high, 
On earth he deign 'd to dwell, 
Incarnate to destroy 
The works of death and hell : 
Hosanna in the highest strain, 
Great peace on earth — good will to men. 

35. L. M. Watts. 

Is. ix. % 6, 7. 
1 The lands, that long in darkness lay, 
Now have beheld a heavenly light ; 



28 INCARNATION AND 

Nations, that sat in death's cold shade, 
Are bless'd with beams divinely bright. 

2 The virgin's promis'd Son is born ; 
Behold th' expected child appears ! 
What shall his names or titles be ? 
The Wonderful, the Counsellor. 

3 The government of earth and seas 
Upon his shoulder shall be laid ; 
His wide dominions shall increase, 
And honours to his name be paid. 

4 Jesus, the holy child, shall sit 
High on his father David's throne ; 
Shall crush his foes beneath his feet, 
And reign to ages yet unknown. 

36. 7s. J. C. W. 

i* Glory to God in the highest. 1 '' Luke ii. 8 — 14. 

1 Hark ! the herald- angels sing, 
Glory to the new-born King ; 
Peace on earth and mercy mild, 
Sinners to God are reconcil'd. 

2 Joyful, all ye nations, rise, 
Join the triumph of the skies ; 
With the heav'nly host proclaim, 
Christ is born in Bethlehem. 

3 Christ, by highest heav'n ador'd, 
Christ, the everlasting Lord, 
Lowly laid his glory by ; 

Born for men, for men he dy'd. 

4 Hail ! thou heav'n-born Prince of peace ; 
Hail ! thou Sun of righteousness; 



BIRTH OF CHRIST. 29 

Ris'n with healing on thy wings, 
Light and life thy rising brings. 

37. C. M. Tate & Brady. 

The Song of Angels. Luke ii. 8 — 15. 

1 While shepherds watch'd their flocks by 

night, 
All seated on the ground, 
The angel of the Lord came down, 
And glory shone around. 

2 " Fear not," said he, for mighty dread 

Had seiz'd their troubled minds ; 
" Glad tidings of great joy I bring 
" To you, and all mankind. 

3 " To you, in David's town, this day 

" Is born, of David's line, 
" The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord ; 
" And this shall be the sign: 

4 " The heav'nly babe you there shall find, 

" To human view display'd, 
" All meanly wrapp'd in swathing bands, 
" And in a manger laid." 

5 Thus spake the seraph ; and forthwith 

Appear'd a shining throng 
Of angels, praising God, and thus 
Address'd their joyful song : 

6 " All glory be to God on high, 

" And to the earth be peace : 
" Good-will, henceforth, from heav'n to men, 
'* Begin, and never cease." 

3* 



30 THE LIFE AND 

THE LIFE AND MINISTRY OF CHRIST, 



38. C. M. Doddridge. 

The Redeemer's Message. Luke iv. 18. 

1 Hark ! the glad sound, the Saviour's come ! 

The Saviour promis'd long : 
Let saints unite before his throne, 
To celebrate the song. 

2 He came, the pris'ners to release, 

In Satan's bondage held : 
The gates of brass before him burst, 
The iron fetters yield. 

3 He came, to thickest films of vice, 

To clear the mental sight : 
And on the eye-balls of the blind 
To pour celestial light. 

4 He came, the broken heart to bind, 

The captive soul to free : 
And, with the treasures of his grace, 
To satisfy the poor. 

5 Our glad hosannas, Prince of peace, 

Thy welcome shall proclaim : 
And heav'ns eternal arches ring 
With thy beloved name. 

39. C. M. Doddridge. 

The condescending grace of Christ, Matt. xx. 28. 
1 Saviour of men, and Lord of love, 
How sweet thy gracious name ! 



MINISTRY OF CHRIST. 31 

With joy that errand we review, 
On which thy mercy came. 

2 While all thy own angelic bands 

Stood waiting on the wing, 
Charm'd with the honour to obey 
Their great eternal King. 

3 For us, mean, wretched, sinful men, 

Thou laid'st that glory by ; 
First, in our mortal flesh to serve ; 
Then, in that flesh, to die. 

4 Bought with thy service and thy blood, 

We doubly, Lord, are thine ; 
To thee our lives we would devote, 
To thee our death resign. > 

40. L. M. Steele. 
Our Example. John xiii. 15. 

1 And is the Gospel peace and love ! 
Such let our conversation be ; 
The serpent blended with the dove, 
In wisdom and simplicity. 

2 Whene'er the angry passions rise, 

And tempt our thoughts or tongues to strife. 
To Jesus let us lift our eyes, 
Bright pattern of the christian life ! 

3 Oh, how benevolent and kind ! 
How mild ! how ready to forgive ! 
Be this the temper of our mind, 
And these the rules by which we live. 



32 SUFFERINGS AND 

4 To do his heav'nly Father's will, 
Was his employment and delight ; 
Humility and holy zeal 

Shone through his life divinely bright ! 

5 Dispensing good where'er he came, 
The labours of his life were love ; 
Thy fair example may we trace, 
To teach us what we ought to be. 



SUFFERINGS AND DEATH OF CHRIST, 



41. C. M. Watts. 

Christ's obedience and death. Ps. lxix. 

1 Father, we siug thy wond'rous grace, 

We bless the Saviour's name : 

He brought salvation for the poor, 

And bore the sinner's shame. 

2 His deep distress has rais'd us high : 

His duty and his zeal 
FulfilPd the law, which mortals broke, 
By doing all thy will. 

3 His dying groans, his living songs, 

Shall better please our God, 
Than harp or trumpet's solemn sound, 
Than goats' or bullocks' blood. 

4 This all his humble foll'wers see, 

Which sets their hearts at rest ; 
They, by his death, draw near to thee, 
And Jive for ever blest. 



DEATH OF CHRIST. 33 

5 Let heav'n, and all that dwell on high, 
To God their voices raise, 
While lands and seas assist the sky, 
In universal praise. 

42. C. M. 

Eph. i. 7. 

1 We bless thee, O thou worthy Lamb, 

Who dy'd upon the cross ; 
The first, the last, the great " I am," 
For thou wast slain for us. 

2 Thy sacred head, and hands, and feet, 

Were wounded for our guilt ; 
To raise us to thy heav'nly seat 
Thy precious blood was spilt. 

3 Our souls are wash'd from all their stains, 

In this rich purple flood — 
The streams which flow'd from thy dear veins, 
Thou worthy Lamb of God. 

4 Thou art immortal food to us, 

By faith on thee we live ; 

All glory, Lord, is due to thee, 

Help us the same to give. 

5 And while we on this earth remain, 

May we thy presence prove, 
Till we shall reach that heav'nly plain 
To dwell with thee above. 

43. C. M. Stennett. 
The attraction of the Cross. John xii. 32. 
1 Yonder — amazing sight ! we see 
Th 1 incarnate Son of God, 



34 SUFFERINGS AND 

Expiring on th' accursed tree, 
And welt'ring in his blood. 

2 Behold a purple torrent run 

Down from his hands and side : 
The crimson tide put out the sun ; 
His groans awoke the dead. 

3 The trembling earth, the darken'd skj, 

Proclaim'd the truth aloud ; 
And, the amaz'd centurion cry'd, 
" This is the Son of God." 

4 So great, so vast a sacrifice 

May well our hopes revive : 
Since God's own Son thus bled and dy'd, 
The sinner sure may live. 

44. C. M. Batty. 

1 Let God's redeemed join in songs, 

And hearts and voices raise ; 
To them the privilege belongs, 
His sacred name to praise. 

2 Who lov'd us and who wash'd away 

Our sins in his own blood ; 
We'll sing to everlasting day, 
Salvation to our God. 

3 When Jesus dy'd upon the cross, 

He made an end of sin ; 
And everlasting righteousness, 
He to the Church brought in. 

4 Mercy and truth in him did meet, 

And righteousness and peace, 



DEATH OF CHRIST. 35 

Did then each other kindly greet, 
And all their jarrings cease. 

5 Praise him through whom* these blessings 
came, 
Ev'n Jesus still adore ; 
And bless and magnify his name, 
Both now and evermore. 

45. L. M. Batty. 

L Ye servants of the living Lord, 
The victories of your King record ; 
How, when he fell his foes were slain ; 
How he in triumph rose again ! 

2 When on the cross his blood was shed, 
Captivity he captive led ; 
Atonement full for sin he made, 

And all the curse on him was laid. 

3 Beneath the load he groan'd and dy'd, 
Whose pow'r upholds the starry skies ; 
And weighs the massy rocks and hills, 
And lofty mountains, in his scales. 

4 Ten thousand thanks to him we owe,* 
Who, us to save from endless woe, 
Laid down his life, and gave his blood, 
To make us kings and priests to God. 

46. CM. Wesley. 

" See if there be any sorrow like unto my sorrow." 

1 Behold the Saviour of mankind 
Nail'd to the shameful cross ! 
How vast the love that him incliu'd 
To bleed and die for for us. 



36 SUFFERINGS AND 

2 Hark ! how he groan'd, while nature shook, 

And earth's strong pillars bent : 
The temple's vail in sunder broke, 
The solid marble rent. 

3 'Tis done : the precious ransom's paid ; 

Receive my soul, he cry'd : 
See where he bow'd his sacred head ! 
He bow'd his head and dy'd. 

4 But soon he broke death's envious chain, 

And in full glory shone ; 
O Lamb of God, was ever pain, 
Was ever love like thine I 

47. L. M. Watts. 

Psalm xxii. 

1 Now let our mournful songs record 
The dying sorrows of our Lord, 
When he eomplain'd in tears of blood 
As one forsaken of his God. 

2 The Jews beheld him thus forlorri, 

And shook their heads and laugh'd in scorn ; 
" He rescu'd others from the grave, 
u Now let him try himself to save." 

3 They wound his head, his hands, his feet, 
Till streams of blood each other meet ; 
By lot his garments they divide, 

And mock the pangs in which he dy'd. 

4 But God, the Father, heard his cry ; 
Rais'd from the dead he reigns on high ; 
The nations learn his rigteousness, 
And humble sinners taste his grace. 



DEATH OF CHRIST. 37 

48- L- M. Stennett. 

"It is finished." John xix. 30. 

i 'Tis finish'd ; — so the Saviour cry'd, 
And meekly bow'd his head and dy'd : 
'Tis finisird ; — yes, the race is run, 
The battle fought, the vict'ry won. 

2 'Tis finish'd — all that heav'n decreed, 
And all the ancient prophets said, 

Is now fulfiU'd, as wasdesign'd, 
In Christ the Saviour of mankind. 

3 'Tis finish'd ; — in his dying groan. 
He did for deepest sins atone : 
By this his last expiring breath, 

Have millions been redeem'd from death. 

4 'Tis finish'd ; — men are reconciled, 
And all the pow'rs of darkness spoii'd : 
Complete salvation is obtain'd, 
Eternal life and glory gain'd. 

5 'Tis finish'd ; — let the joyful sound 
Be heard by all the nations round : 
'Tis finish'd ; — let the echo fly, 
Through earth below, and worlds on high. 

49. L. M. Steele. 

The crucified Saviour. 

1 Stretch'd on the cross, the Saviour dy'd : 
Yes, his expiring groans arose! 
And from his hands, his feet his side. 
Ran down the sacred crimson tide, 

4 



38 RESURRECTION 

2 But life attends the deathful sound, 
And flows from ev*ry bleeding wound ; 
The vital stream, how free it flows, 
To save and cleanse his rebel foes. 

3 To suffer in the traitor's place, 
To die for man, surprising grace 'I 
Yet pass rebellious angels by, — 

O why for man, dear Saviour, why ? 

4 And didst thou bleed 1 for sinners bleed I 
And could the sun behold the deed 1 

No ! he withdrew his sick'ning ray, 
And darkness veil'd the mourning day. 

5 Can we survey this scene of wo, 
Where mingling grief and wonder flow ; 
And yet our hearts unmov'd remain, 
Insensible to love or pain. 



RESURRECTION AND ASCENSION 



SO. CM.. Watts. 

1 Hosanna to the Prince of Light, 

Who once was cloth'd in clay : 
Enter'd the iron gates of death, 
And tore the bars away. 

2 See ! how the mighty conqueror, 

Did to his Father fly ; 
With scars of honour in his flesh. 
And triumph in his eye. 



AND ASCENSION. 39 

3 There our exalted Saviour reigns, 

And scatters blessings down ; 
While seraphs praise in lofty strains 
Around th' eternal throne. 

4 Raise jour devotion, mortal tongues, 

To reach his bless'd abode; 
Sweet be the accents of your songs 
To our incarnate God. 

-5 Bright angels, strike your loudest strings, 
Your sweetest voices raise; 
Let heav'n, and all created things, 
Sound our Immanuel's praise. 

51. L. M. Batty. 

1 Early upon the first- day morn 
The Lord of life from death arose ; 
And show'd himself the dead's first-born, 
And more than conqu'ror o'er his foes. 

"2 The Jewish policy was vain, 

Although combin'd with Roman pow'r ; 
Captivity he led in chains, 
And reigns above for evermore. 

3 His resurrection from the grave, 
Is now the sign to sinners giv'n, 
That he Almighty is to save, 

And peace has made in earth and heav'n. 

4 God's word and oath to Abr'am^s seed 
On resurrection's truth do stand ; 
Gonfirm'd hereby, and sure indeed 
To those of e^ry age and land. 



40 RESURRECTION 

52. C. M. Watts, 
Psalm cxviii. 24 — 26. Mark xvi. & 

1 This is the day the Lord hath made* 

He calls the hours his own ; 
Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad, 
And praise surround the throne. 

2 To-day he rose and left the dead, 

And Satan's empire fell : 
To-day the saints his triumph spread* 
And all his wonders tell. 

3 Hosanna to th' anointed King, 

To David's holy Son ! 
Help us, O Lord, descend and bring 
Salvation from thy throne. 

4 Blest be the Lord, who came to men 

With messages of grace ; 
Who came in God his Father's name, 
To save our sinful race. 

5 Hosanna ! in the highest strains 

The church on earth can raise : 
The highest heav'ns in which he reigns* 
Shall give him nobler praise. 

53. 148th. Doddridge. 

'■' The Lord is ris'n indeed" Luke xxiv. 34,* 

1 Yes : the Redeemer rose, 
The Saviour left the dead, 
And o'er our countless foes, 
High rais'd his conq'ring head : 



AND ASCENSION. 41 

In wild dismay 
The guards around, 
Fell to the ground, 
And sunk away. 

13 Lo i the angelic bands 
In full assembly meet, 
To wait his high commands, 
And worship at his feet : 

Joyful they come, 

And wing their way, 

From realms of day 

To Jesus 1 tomb. 

3 Then back to heaven they fly, 
The joyful news to bear : 
Hark ! as they soar on high, 
What music fills the air ! 

Their anthems say, 
Jesus who bled, 
Hath left the dead ; 
He rose to-day. 

4 Ye mortals, catch the sound, 
Redeem'd by him from hell ; 
A nd send the echo round 

The globe on which you dwell: 
Transported cry, 
Jesus who bled, 
Hath left the dead, 
No more to die. 

5 All hail ! triumphant Lord, 
Who saves us by thy blood ; 
Wide be thy name ador'd, 
Thou risen, reigning God ! 



42 RESURRECTION 

Through thee we rise, 
With thee we reign, 
And mansions gain, 
Beyond the skies. 

54. 7s. 

" Tfwu hast ascended on high." Ps. Ixviii. 18, 

1 Christ is risen from the dead, 
High ascended as our head ; 
Enter'd heaven with his blood, 
Op'ning thus our way to God. 

2 Worlds, subjected at his feet, 
Prove his saving work complete : 
Angels sound his praise aloud ; 
Praise him all ye saints of God. 

3 God is pleas'd in Christ his Son, 
For the work that he hath done, 
For the glory he hath giv'n 

To the Lord of earth and heav'n. 

4 Truth in him has met with grace, 
Peace and righteousness embrace ; 
Hope hath lifted up her head, 
Christ is risen from the dead. 

55. 7s. 

1 Cor xv. 20. 55. 
1 Christ, the Lord, is ris'n to-day, 
Sons of men and angels say : 
Raise your joys and triumphs high. 
Sing ye heav'ns, and earth reply/ 



AND ASCENSION. 43 

2 Love's redeeming work is done, 
Fought the fight, the battle won : 
Lo ! the sun's eclipse is o'er, 
Lo ! he sets in blood no more. 

3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal, 
Christ hath burst the gates of hell ; 
Death in vain forbid his rise, 
Christ hath open'd paradise. 

4 Soar we now where Christ has led, 
Foll'wing our exalted Head ; 
Made like him, like him we rise, 
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies. 

5 Hail ! thou Lord of earth and heav'n, 
Praise to thee from both be giv'n ; 
Thee we greet triumphant now, 
Hail ! the resurrection thou. 

56. C. M. Doddridge. 

1 Ye humble souls, that seek the Lord, 

Chase all your fears away ; 
And bow with pleasure down to see 
The place where Jesus lay. 

2 Thus low the Lord of life was brought ; 

Such wonders love can do ! 
Thus cold in death that bosom lay, 
Which throbb'd and bled for you. 

3 High o'er th' angelic bands he rears 

His once dishonour'd head ; 
And, thro' unnumber'd years, he reigns, 
Who dwelt among the dead* 



44 RESURRECTION 

4 With joyfulness shall ev'iy saint 
His empty tomb survey ; 
Then rise, with his triumphant Lord, 
To realms of endless day. 

5T. L. M. Wesley. 
Acts i. 9. Psalm xxiv. 7 — 10. 
i Our Lord is risen from the dead ; 
Our Saviour is gone up on high : 
The pow'rs of hell are captive led, 
Dragg'd to the portals of the sky. 

2 There his triumphal chariot waits, 
And angels chant the solemn lay, 
Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates, 
Ye everlasting doors give way. 

3 Loose all your bars of massy light, 
And wide unfold th' ethereal scene : 
He claims those mansions as his right; 
Receive the King of glory in. 

4 Who is the King of glory ? Who 1 
The Lord, that all his foes o'ercame ; 
The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew, 
And Jesus is the conqu'ror's name. 

5 Lo ! his triumphal chariot waits, 
And angels chant the solemn lay, 
Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates, 
Ye everlasting doors give way. 

6 Who is the King of glory ? Who 1 
The Lord of boundless pow'r pos.sess'd, 
The King of saints and angels too, 
God over all, for ever bless'd. 



AND ASCENSION, 45 

58. S. M. 

" The Lord is risen indeed.' 1 Luke xxiv. 34, 

1 The Lord is ris'n indeed : 
And are the tidings true I 

Yes : the Apostles saw him bleed, 
And saw him living too. 

2 The Lord is ris'n indeed, 
Then is his work perform'd ; 

The captive surety now is freed, 
And death our foe disarm'd. 

3 The Lord is ris'n indeed, 
He lives — to die no more ; 

He lives — the sinner's cause to plead, 
Whose curse and shame he bore. 

4 The Lord is ris'n indeed, 
Attending angels hear ; 

And through the world let saints with speed. 
The joyful tidings bear. 

5 Then take your golden lyres, 
And strike each cheerful chord ; 

Join all the bright celestial choirs, 
To praise our risen Lord, 

59. C. M. Doddridge. 

" I ascend unto my Father and your Father. 1 ' 1 John. xx. 

17. 

1 In raptures let our hearts ascend 
The heav'nly seats to view ; 
And gratefuf trace that shining path 
Our risen Saviour drew. 



46 RESURRECTION 



2 " Up to my Father, and my God, 

" I go ;" (the Conqu'ror cry'd ;) 
" Up to your Father, and your God, 
" My brethren, lift your eyes." 

3 And doth the Lord of glory call 

Such worms his brethren dear ? 
And doth he point to heav'n's high throne, 
And show our Father there? 

4 Yes : he doth teach our sinful lips 

That tuneful sound, " My God ;" 
And breathes his Spirit on our hearts 
To shed his grace abroad. 

60. S. M. Batty. 

A Song of Praise. 

1 Shall the redeem'd above 
Eternal sabbath keep ; 

And chant incessant songs of love, 
Nor slumber take, nor sleep : 

2 And we refuse to sing 

His praise one day in sev'n, 
Who doth to us salvation bring, 
And makes us heirs of heav'n. 

3 This is the joyful day, 
Whereon the Saviour rose 

From death; and did the tyrant slay, 
And conquer'd all our foes. 

4 To Mary, and her friends, 
Whose love prevents the morn, 

He shovv'd himself alive, and sends 
Good news to the forlorn. 



AND ASCENSION, 47 

5 His wounded hands and side, 
Him evidenced to be 

Their Lord, and friend,— the erucify'd 
But late on Calvary. 

6 They saw, with gazing eyes, 
The cloud to him come down, 

On which he rode, through worlds and skies, 
In triumph to his crown. 

61. C. M. Watts. 
" Sing praises unto our King.''' Ps. xlvii. 

1 O for a shout of sacred joy, 

To God, the sov'reign King ! 
Let ev'ry land their tongues employ ? 
And hymns of triumph sing. 

2 Jesus our God ascends on high ! 

His heav'nly guards around, 
Attend him rising through the sky, 
With trumpets joyful sound. 

3 While angels shout and praise their King, 

Let mortals learn their strains : 
Let all the earth -his honour sing, 
O'er all the earth he reigns. 

4 Rehearse his praise with awe profound, 

Let knowledge lead the song ; 
Nor mock him with a solemn sound. 
Upon a thoughtless tongue. 

5 In Isr'el stood his ancient throne ; 

He lov'd that chosen race : 
But now he calls the world his own. 
And Gentiles taste his grace. 



48 RESURRECTION. 

62. L. M. Watts. 

Psalm lxviii. 

1 Lord, when thou didst ascend on high, 
Thousands of angels fill'd the sky ; 
Those heav'nly guards around thee wait, 
Like chariots that attend thy state. 

2 Not Sinai's mountain could appear 
More glorious, when the Lord was there* 
While he pronounc'd his dreadful law, 
And struck the chosen tribes with awe. 

Rais'd by the Father to his throne, 
He sent the promis'd Spirit down, 
With gifts and grace, for rebel men, 
That God might dwell on earth again, 

63. L. M. 

1 Cor. xv. 16—20. 

1 W~ith joy and gladness we would sing, 
Thy vict'ry, O our Lord, and King ; 
For on the third day thou didst rise, 
With joy and triumph in thine eyes. 

2 The mem'ry of that day how sweet ! 
That day, which prov'd the work complete ; 
That day, which prov'd that thou, O Lord, 
Didst for our sins, shed thine own blood. 

3 For if thou, Saviour, didst not rise. 
For sin there is no sacrifice : 

O woeful state this to be in ! 

Men then would perish in their sin 



EXALTATION. 49 

4 But 'tis a truth for ever bless'd 

A truth on which hangs all the rest, 
That thou, O Lord, didst rise again ; 
So we shall rise and with thee reign. 

5 For this we bless, and thee adore, 
Who feel thy resurrection's pow'r ; 
Reign thou, O Lord, within our heart, 
And we shall never, never part. 



EXALTATION OF CHRIST, 



64. L, M. Watts. 

Ci Worthy is the Lamb that was slain." Rev. v. 12, 13. 

1 What equal honours shall we bring 
To thee, O Lord our God, the Lamb; 
When all the notes which angels sing, 
Are far inferior to thy name 1 

2 W r orthy is he that once was slain, 

The Prince of peace, who groan'd and dy'd, 
Worthy to rise, to live, and reign 
At his Almighty Father's side. 

3 Pow'r and dominion are his due, 
Who stood condemn'd at Pilate's bar . 
Wisdom belongs to Jesus loo, 

Though he was charg'd with madness here/ 

4 Honour immortal must be paid, 
Instead of scandal and of scorn ; 



50 EXALTATION, 

While glory shines around his head, 
And a bright crown without a thorn. 

5 Blessings for ever on the Lamb, 

Who bore the curse for wretched men : 
Let angels sound his sacred name, 
And ev'ry creature say, Amen. 

65. As 148th Psalm. 

" Rejoice in the Lord always." Phil. iv. 4 

1 Rejoice, the Lord is King ; 
The Prince of Life adore : 
O Zion shout and sing, 
And triumph evermore. 

Lift up your heart, lift up your voice. 
Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice. 

2 Jesus the Saviour reigns, 
The God of truth and love ; 
When he had purg'd our stains 
He took his seat above. 

Lift up your heart, lift up your voice. 
Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice. 

3 His kingdom cannot fail. 

He rules o'er earth and heav'n ; 
The keys of death and hell 
Are to our Saviour giv'n. 

Lift up your heart, lift up your voice? 

Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice. 

4 Rejoice in glorious hope ; 
Jesus the judge shall come, 
And take his servants up 
To their eternal home. 



EXALTATION. 51 

We soon shall hear th' archangels voice, 
The trump of God shall sound, Rejoice. 

66. 8s. Maxwell. 

11 The unsearchable riches of Christ" Eph. iii. 8. 

1 How shall we our Saviour set forth 1 
How shall we his beauties declare ? 
O how shall we speak of his worth, 
Or what his chief dignities are 1 

His angels can never express, 
Nor saints who sit nearest his throne, 
How rich are his treasures of grace ; 
No, this is a myst'ry unknown. 

2 In him, all the fulness of God 
For ever transcendently shines; 
Though once like a servant he stood 
To finish his gracious designs ! 
Though once he was nail'd to the cross, 
Vile rebels like us to set free, 

His glory sustained no loss, 
Eternal his kingdom shall be. 

3 O sinners, believe and adore 
The Saviour, so rich to redeem ! 
No creature can ever explore 
The treasures of goodness in hinfT 
He riches has ever in store, 

And treasures that never can waste ; 
Here's pardon, here's grace, yea, still more, 
Here's glory eternal at last. 

67. L. M. Steele. 

1 Now let us raise our cheerful strains, 
And join the blissful choir above ; 



52 EXALTATION. 

There our exalted Saviour reigns, 
And there they sing his wond'rouslove. 

2 While seraphs tune th' immortal song, 
may we feel the sacred flame ; 
And ev'ry heart, and ev'ry tongue, 
Adore the Saviour's glorious name. 

3 Jesus, who once upon the tree 
In agonizing pains expir'd ; 
Who dy'd for rebels— yes, 'tis he, 
How bright ! how lovely ! how admir'd ! 

4 Jesus, who dy'd that we might live, 
Dy'd in the wretched traitor's place : 
Oh ! what returns can sinners give 
For such immeasurable grace ! 

5 Were universal nature ours, 

And art with all her boasted store ; 
Nature and art, with all their pow'rs, 
Would still confess the ofPring poor. 

68. C. M. Watts. 

" Worthy is the Lamb that was slain" Rev. v. 9 — -14= 

1 Come, let us join our cheerful songs, 

With angels round the throne ; 
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, 
But all their joys are one. 

2 Worthy the Lamb that dy'd, they cry. 

To be exalted thus : 
Worthy the Lamb our lips reply, 
For he was slain for us. 

3 Jesus is worthy to receive 

Honour and pow'r divine ; 



EXALTATION. 53 

And blessings, more than we can give, 
Be, Lord, for ever thine. 

4 Let all who dwell above the sky, 

On earth, in air, and seas, 
Conspire to lift thy glories high, 
And speak thine endless praise. 

5 The whole creation join in one, r 

To bless the sacred name 
Of him that sits upon the throne, 
And to adore the Lamb. 

69. L. M. Doddridge. 
" Him hath God exalted." Acts v. 31. 

1 Exalted Prince of life, we own 
The royal honours of thy throne ; 
*Tis fix'd by God's almighty hand, 
And seraphs bow at thy command. 

2 Exalted Saviour, we confess 

The sov'reign triumphs of thy grace ; 
Where beams of gentle radiance shine, 
And temper majesty divine. 

3 Wide thy resistless sceptre sway, 
Till all thine enemies^ obey : 

Wide may thy cross its virtues prove, 
And conquer millions with its love. 

70. L. M. Watts. 

Psalm ex. 
1 Thus the eternal Father spake 
To Christ the Son ; Ascend and sit 

5* 



54 INTERCESSION. 

At my right hand, till I shall make 
Thy foes submissive at thy feet. 

2 From Zion shall thy word proceed ; 
Thy word, the sceptre in thy hand, 
Shall make the hearts of rebels bleed, 
And bow their wills to thy command. 

3 That day shall show thy pow'r is great, 
When saints shall iiock with willing minds, 
And sinners crowd thy temple-gate, 
Where holiness in beauty shines. 

4 O blessed pow'r ! O glorious day ! 
What a large vict'ry shall ensue ! 
And converts, who thy grace obey, 
Exceed the drops of morning-dew. 



INTERCESSION OF CHRIST 



71. L. M. Steele. 
'*' He ever liveth to make intercession." Heb. vii. 25 

1 He lives, the great Redeemer lives ! 
What joy the blest assurance gives ! 
And now, before his Father God, 
Pleads the full merit of his blood. 

2 Repeated crimes awake our fears, 
And justice arm'd with frowns appears ; 
But in the Saviour's lovely face 
Sweet mercy smiles, and all is peace. 



INTERCESSION. 55 

3 Hence, then, ye black despairing thoughts ! 
Above our fears, above our faults, 

His pow'rful intercessions rise ; 
And guilt recedes, and terror dies. 

4 In ev'iy dark distressing hour, 
When sin and Satan join their pow'r, 
Let this dear hope repel the dart, 
That Jesus bears us on his heart. 

5 Great Advocate, almighty Friend, 
On him our humble hopes depend : 
Our cause can never, never fail, 
For Jesus pleads, and must prevail. 

72. C. M. Toplady. 

1 Awake, sweet gratitude, and sing 

Th' ascended Saviour's love : 
Sing how he lives to carry on 
The sinner's cause above. 

2 With cries and tears, he offer'd up 

His humble suit below ; 
But with authority commands, 
Enthron'd in glory now. 

3 For all that comes to God by him. 

Salvation he commends ; 
Points to their names upon his breast, 
And spreads his wounded hands. 

4 Eternal life, at his request, 

To ev'ry saint is giv'n : 
Safety below, and after death, 
The plenitude of heav'n. 



56 INTERCESSION. 

5 His sweet atoning sacrifice 

Gives sanction to his claim : 
Father, I will that all my saints 
Be with me where I am. 

73. C. M. Doddridge. 
" We have a great High Priest in Heaven." Heb. iv. 14. 

1 Now let our cheerful eyes survey 

Our great High Priest above ; 
And celebrate his constant care, 
And sympathetic love. 

2 Though rais'd to heav'n's exalted throne, 

Yfhere angels bow around, 
And high, o'er all the hosts of light, 
With matchless honours crown'd. 

3 The names of all his saints he bears, 

Deep graven on his heart ; 
Nor shall the weakest Christian say, 
That he hath lost his part. 

4 Those characters shall fair abide, 

Our everlasting trust ; 
When gems, and monuments, and crowns, 
Are moulder'd into dust. 

5 So, gracious Saviour, on our breasts, 

May thy dear name be worn, 
A sacred ornament and guard, 
To endless ages borne. 

74. C. M. Watts. 

Christ is the substance of the Levitical Priesthood, 
1 The true Messiah now appears ; 
The types are all withdrawn ; 



CHARACTERS OF CHRIST. 57 

So fly the shadows and the stars 
Before the rising dawn. 

2 No smoking sweets, nor bleeding lambs. 

Nor kids, nor bullocks slain ; 
Incense and spice of costly names 
Would all be burnt in vain. 

3 Aaron has laid his robes away, 

His mitre and his vest, 
For God's own Son came down to be 
The off'ring and the priest. 

.4 He took our mortal flesh to show 
The wonders of his love ; 
For us he paid his life below, 
And prays for us above. 

5 Father, (he cries) forgive their sins, 
For 1 myself have dy'd ; 
And then he shows his open'd veins, 
And pleads his wounded side. 



CHARACTERS AND REPRESENTATIONS 

OF CHRIST. 



75.' L. M. Steele. 
Advocate. 1 John ii. 1. 
Where is our God ? does he retire 
Beyond the reach of humble sighs 1 
Are these weak breathings of desire 
Too languid to ascend the skies I 



58 CHARACTERS OF CHRIST. 

2 No, Lord ! the breathings of desire, 
The weak petition, if sincere, 

Is not forbidden to aspire, 

But reaches thy all-gracious ear. 

3 Look up, our souls, with cheerful eye, 
See where the great Redeemer stands ; 
The glorious xldvocate on high, 
With precious incense in his hands ! 

4 He smiles on ev'ry humble groan, 
He recommends each broken pray'r ; 
Recline your hope on him alone, 
Whose pow'r and love forbid despair. 

T6. C. M. Watts. 
Brazen Serpent. John iii. 14 — 16. 

1 So did the Hebrew prophet raise 

The brazen serpent high ; 
The wounded felt immediate ease, 
The camp forbore to die. 

2 Look upward in the dying hour, 

And live, the prophet cry'd ; 
But Christ performs a nobler cure, 
When faith lifts up her eyes. 

3 High on the cross the Saviour hung, 

High in the heav'ns he reigns; 
Here sinners, by the serpent stung, 
Look and forget their pains. 

4 When God's own Son was lifted up, 

A dying world reviv'd ; 
The Jew beheld the glorious hope, 
The dying Gentile liv'd. 



CHARACTERS OF CHRIST. 59 

7'T. L. M. Fawcett. 
Bread of Life. John vi. 35 — 48. 

1 Depraved minds on ashes feed, 

Nor love, nor seek for heav'nly bread ; 
They choose the husks which swine do eat, 
Or meanly crave the serpent's meat. 

2 Jesus, thou art the living bread, 
By which our needy souls are fed : 
In thee alone thy children find 
Enough to fill the empty mind. 

3 Without this bread, we starve and die ; 
No other can our need supply : 

But this will suit our wretched case, 
Abroad, at home, in ev'ry place, 

4 'Tis this relieves the hungry poor, 
'Who ask for bread at mercy's door : 
This living food descends from heav'n, 
As manna to the Jews was giv'n. 

5 This precious food the heart revives, 
What strength, what nourishment it gives ! 
O let us evermore be fed 

With this divine celestial bread. 

78. CM. Stennett. 
Chief among ten thousand. Cant. v. 10 — 16. 

I To Christ, the Lord, let ev^ry tongue 
Its noblest tribute bring : 
When he's the subject of the song, 
Who can refuse to sing ? 



60 CHARACTERS OF CHRIST. 

2 Survey the beauties of his face, 

And on his glories dwell : 
Think on the wonders of his grace, 
And all his triumphs tell. 

3 Majestic sweetness sits enthron'd 

Upon his peaceful brow; 
His head with radiant glories crown'd, 
His lips with grace o'erflow. 

4 No mortal can with him compare, 

Among the sons of men : 
Fairer is he than all the fair 
That fill the heav'nly train. 

5 He saw us plung'd in deep distress. 

He flew to our relief; 
For us he bore the shameful cross 
And carried all our grief. 

6 To heav'n, the place of his abode, 

He'll bring our weary feet ; 
Show us the glories of our God, 
And make our joys complete. 

19. L. M. Watts. 

Corner stone. Psalm cxviii. 22 — 27. 

1 Lo ! what a glorious corner-stone 
The Jewish builders did refuse ; 

But God hath built his church thereon. 
In spite of envy and the Jews, 

2 Great God, the work is all divine. 
The joy and wonder of our eyes : 



CHARACTERS OF CHRIST. 61 

This is the day that proves it thine, 
The day that saw our Saviour rise. 

3 Sinners rejoice, and saints be glad : 
Hosanna, let his name be blest : 

A thousand honours on his head, 
With peace, and light, and glory rest. 

4 In God's own name he came to bring 
Salvation to our dying race : 

Let the whole church address their King 
With hearts of joy, and songs of praise. 

80. L. M* Doddridge. 
Corner Stone. 1 Pet. ii. 0. Isa. xxviii. 16, 17. 

1 Lord, dost thou show a corner-stone, 
For us to build our hopes upon, 
That the fair edifice may rise 
Sublime in light beyond the skies'? 

2 We own the work of sovereign love ; 
Nor death, nor hell, the hope shall move, 
Which, fix'd on this foundation, stand, 
Laid by thine own almighty hand, 

3 Thy people long this stone have try'd, 
And all the pow'rs of hell defy'd ; 
Floods of temptation beat in vain ; 
Well doth this Rock the house sustain. 

4 When storms of wrath around prevail, 
Whirlwind and thunder, fire and hail, 
'Tis here our trembling souls shall hide ; 
And here securely they abide. 

6 



bXi CHARACTERS OF CHRIST. 

5 While they that scorn this precious stone ) 
Fond of some quicksand of their own, 
Borne down by weighty vengeance, die, 
And buried deep in ruin lie. 

81. CM. Fawcett. 

Desire of all Nations. Hag. ii. 7. 

1 Infinite excellence is thine, 

Thou lovely Prince of grace ; 
Thine uncreated beauties shine 
With never-fading rays. 

2 Sinners, from earth's remotest end, 

Come bending at thy feet ; 
To thee their pray'rs and praise ascend. 
In thee their wishes meet. 

3 Thy name as precious ointment shed, 

Delights the church around ; 
Sweetly the sacred odours spread, 
Through all ImmanuePs ground. 

4 Millions of happy spirits live 

On thy exhaustless store ; 
From thee they all their bliss receive, 
And still thou givest more. 

5 Thou art our triumph and our joy ; 

We find our all in thee : 
Thy glories shall our tongues employ, 
Through all eternity. 

82. C. M. Doddridge. 
The Door. John x. 9. — Hos. ii. 15. 

1 Awake, our souls, and bless his name, 
Whose mercies never fail ; 



CHARACTERS OF CHRIST, 63 

Who opens wide a door of hope 
In Achor's gloomy vale. 

2 Behold the portal wide display'd, 

The building's strong and fair ; 
Within are pastures fresh and green, 
And living streams are there. 

3 Enter, our souls, with cheerful haste, 

For Jesus is the door : 
Nor fear the serpent's wily arts, 
Nor fear the lion's roar. 

4 O may thy grace the nations lead, 

And Jews and Gentiles come, 
All travelling through one beauteous gate 3 
To one eternal home. 

83. C. M. Cowper. 

Fountain. Zech. xiii. 1. 

1 There is a fountain fill'd with blood, 

Pour'd from Immanuel's veins ; 
And sinners plung'd beneath that flood 
Lose all their guilty stains. 

2 The dying thief rejoie'd to see 

That fountain in his day ; 
And there have thousands vile as he, 
Wash'd all their sins away. 

3 O Lamb of God ! thy precious blood 

Shall never lose its pow'r, 
Till all the ransom'd sons of God, 
Be sav'd, to sin no more. 



64 CHARACTERS OF CHRIST. 

4 E'er since by faith we saw the stream 

Thy flowing wounds supply, 
Redeeming love has been our theme, 
And shall be till we die. 

5 Then we, in nobler, sweeter songs, 

Shall sing thy pow'r to save, 
When these poor lisping, stamm'ring tongues , 
Lie silent in the grave. 

84. As 104th Ps. Hart. 
Fountain opened. Zech. xiii. 1. 

1 The fountain of Christ, with pleasure we sing, 
The blood of our Priest, our crucify'd King; 
The fountain that cleanses from sin and from 

filth, 
And richly dispenses salvation and health. 

2 This fountain unseal'd, stands open for all 
Who long to be heal'd, the great and the small : 
Here's strength for the weaklv, that hither are 

led, 
Here's health for the sickly, and life for the dead. 

3 This fountain, though rich, from charge is 

quite clear; 
The poorer the wretch, the vvel comer here : 
Come needy and guilty, come loathsome and 

bare ; 
Though lep'rous and filthy, come just as you are. 

4 This fountai > in vain has never been try'd, 
It takes out all stains whenever apply'd ; 
The fountain flows sweetly with virtue divine, 
To cleanse souls completely, though lep'rous as 

mine. 



CHARACTERS OF CHRIST, 65 

85. C. M. Doddridge. 
Head of the Church. Eph. iv. 15, 16. 

1 Jesus, we sing thy matchless grace, 

That calls a worm thy own ; 

Give us among thy saints a place 

To make thy glories known. 

2 Allied to thee, our vital head, 

We live, and grow, and thrive ; 
From thee divided, each is dead, 
When most he seems alive. 

3 Thy saints on earth, and those above, 

Here join in sweet accord ; 
One body all in mutual love, 
And thou our common Lord. 

4 O, may our faith each hour derive 

Thy Spirit with delight ; 
While death and hell in vain shall strive 
This bond to disunite. 

5 Thou the whole body will present 

Before the Father's face ; 
Nor shall a wrinkle or a spot 
Its beauteous form disgrace. 

86. As 148th Cennick. 
High Priest. Heb. iv. 14. — viii. 1. 

1 A good High-Priest has come, 

Supplying Aaron's place ; 
And taking up his room, 
Dispensing life and grace ; 
6* 



66 CHARACTERS OF CHRIST. 

The law by Aaron's priesthood came, 
But grace and truth by Jesus' name. 

2 The Lord a priest is made, 
As sware the mighty God 
To Israel and his seed ; 
Ordain'd to offer blood 

For sinners, who in mercy seek, 
A priest, as was Melchizedek. 

3 He once temptation knew 
Of ev'ry sort and kind, 
That he might succour shew 
To ev^ry tempted mind : 

In ev'ry point the Lamb was try'd, 
Like us, and then for us he dy'd. 

4 He dy'd ; but lives again, 
And by the altar stands ; 
There shows how he was slain, 
Op'ning his pierced hands : 

Our Priest abides, and pleads the cause 
Of us, who have transgress'd his laws. 

87. C. M. Steele. 
King of Saints. Rev. xv. 3. 

1 Come, ye that love the Saviour's name, 

And joy to make it known; 
The sov'reign of your heart proclaim. 
And bow before his throne. 

2 Behold your King, your Saviour, crown'd 

With glories all divine; 
And tell the wond'ring nations round, 
How bright those glories shine. 



CHARACTERS OF CHRIST. 67 

3 Infinite pow'r, and boundless grace, 

In him unite their rays ; 
You, that have seen his lovely face, 
Can you forbear his praise 1 

4 When in his earthly courts we view 

The glories of our King ; 
We long to love as angels do, 
And wish like them to sing. 

-5 O, happy period ! glorious day ! 

When heav'n and earth shall raise. 
With all their pow'rs the raptur'd lay, 
To celebrate his praise. 

88. S. M. Watts. 
Lamb of God. John i. 29. 

1 Not all the blood of beasts, 
On Jewish altars slain, 
Could give the guilty conscience peace. 
Or wash away the stain. 

3 But Christ, the Heav'nly Lamb, 
Bears all our sins away ; 
A sacrifice of nobler name, 
And richer blood than they B 

3 Our souls look back to see 
The burdens thou didst bear, 

When hanging on the cursed tree. 
And sees their guilt was there. 

4 Believing, we rejoice, 
To see the curse remove ; 

We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice, 
And sing redeeming love. 



68 CHARACTERS OF CHRIST. 

89. C. M. Hoskins* 

Lamb of God, John i. 29. 

1 Sinners, behold the Lamb of God 

Who takes away our guilt ; 
Look to the precious, spotless blood, 
That Jews and Gentiles spilt. 

2 From heav'n he came to seek and save* 

Leaving his blest abode ; 
To ransom us, himself he gave ; 
Behold the Lamb of God. 

3 He came to take the sinner's place, 

And shed his precious blood ; 
Let Adam's guilty, ruin'd race, 
Behold the Lamb of God. 

4 Sinners, to Jesus then draw near, 

Invited by his word ; 
The chief of sinners need not fear; 
Behold the Lamb of God, 

5 Backsliders too, the Saviour calls, 

And washes in his blood ; 
Arise, return from grievous falls ; 
Behold the Lamb of God. 

6 In ev'ry state, and time, and place, 

Naught plead but Jesu's blood ; 
However wretched be your case, 
Behold the Lamb of God. 

90. L. M. Needham. 

Messiah. Gen. xlix. 10. John i. 41. 

1 Glory to God ! who reigns above, 
Who dwells in light, whose name is love ; 



CHARACTERS OF CHRIST. 69 

Ye saints and angels if ye can, 
Declare the love of God to man. 

12 Oh, what can more his love commend, 
Than his dear only Son to send! 
That man, condemn'd to die, might live ! 
And God be glorious to forgive ! 

2 Messiah's come, with joy behold 
The days by prophets long foretold ; 
Judah, thy royal sceptre's broke, 
And time still proves what Jacob spoke. 

4 We see the prophecies fulfill'd 

In Jesus, that most wond'rous child : 
His birth, his life, his death, combine 
To prove his character divine. 

5 Jesus, thy gospel firmly stands, 

A blessing to these favour'd lands ; 
No enemy shall be our dread, 
Since thou art risen from the dead. 



91. CM. Steele. 

Pearl of great price. Matt. xiii. 46. 

Ye glitt'ring toys of earth, adieu, 
A nobler choice we choose ; 

A real prize attracts our view, 
A treasure all divine. 

Begone, unworthy of our care, 
Ye specious baits of sense ; 

Inestimable worth appears, 
The pearl of price immense ! 



70 CHARACTERS OF CHRIST 

3 Should both the Indies at our call. 

Their boasted stores resign ; 
We would with joy renounce them all* 
To be entirely thine. 

4 Dear Sov'reign of oui\ souls' desire, 

Thy love is bliss complete ; 
Jesus, in thee, in thee alone, 
Wealth, honour, pleasure meet* 

92. L. M. Steele. 
Physician of Souls. Jer. viii. 22. 

1 Deep are the wounds which sin has made 
W r here shall the sinner find a cure ? 

In vain, alas I is nature's aid ; 

The work exceeds all nature's pow'r, 

2 Sin, like a raging fever, reigns 
With fatal strength in ev'ry part ; 
The dire contagion fills the veins, 
And spreads its poison to the heart. 

3 And can no sov'reign balm be found ? 
And is no kind physician nigh, 

To ease the pain, and heal the wound, 
Ere life and hope for ever fly ? 

4 There is a great Physician near, 
Look up, O fainting soul, and live ; 
See, in his heav'nly smiles, appear 
Such ease as nature cannot give ! 

5 See, in the Saviour's dying blood, 
Life, health, and bliss, abundant flow 
'Tis only this dear sacred flood 

Can ease the pain and heal the wo 



CHARACTERS OF CHRIST. 71 

93. 112th. Davtes. 
Prophet, Priest j and King. 

1 Jesus, how precious is thy name ! 
The great Jehovah's darling, thou ! 
Oh, let us catch th' immortal flame, 
With which angelic bosoms glow ! 
Thee above all, our hearts would love, 
And imitate the bless'd above. 

2 Our Prophet thou, and heav'nly guide, 
Thy sweet instructions we would hear; 
The words, that from thy lips proceed, 
Oh, how divinely sweet they are ! 
Thee, our great Prophet, we would love, 
And imitate the bless'd above. 

3 Our great High-Priest, whose precious blood , 
Did once atone upon the cross ; 

Who now doth intercede with God, 
And plead the friendless sinner's cause : 
In thee we trust ; and thee would love, 
And imitate the saints above. 

4 Our King supreme, to thee we bow, 
As willing subjects at thy feet ; 

All other lords we disavow* 

And to thy government submit: 

Our Saviour, King, these hearts would love, 

And imitate the saints above. 

94. C. M. Doddridge. 
The Lord our Righteousness. Jer. xxiiL 6. 
1 Saviour divine ! we praise thy name, 
And in that name we trust ; 



72 CHARACTERS OF CHRIST. 

Thou art the Lord our Righteousness, 
Thou art thine Israel's boast. 

2 Guilty we plead before thy throne, 

And low in dust we lie ; 
Jesus stretch forth thy gracious arm 
To bring the guilty nigh. 

3 Pardon and peace, and lively hope, 

To sinners now are giv'n ; 
Israel and Judah soon shall change 
Their wilderness for heav'n, 

4 With joy we taste that manna now. 

Thy mercy scatters down ; 
We pay our humble vows to thee ; 
And wait the promis'd crown. 

95. 7s. Toplady. 
Tho Rock of Ages Is. xxvi. 4. 

1 Rock of ages, shelter us ! 

We would hide ourselves in thee ! 
Let the water and the blood, 
From thy wounded side which flow'd, 
Be of sin the double cure ; 
Cleanse us from its guilt and pow'r. 

2 Not the labour of our hands 
Can fulfil thy law's demands ; 
Could our zeal no respite know. 
Could our tears for ever flow, 
All for sin could not atone: 
Thou must save, and thou alone. 

3 Nothing in our hands we bring, 
Simply to the cross we cling ; 



CHARACTERS OF CHRIST, 73 

Naked, come to thee for dress ; 
Helpless, look to thee for grace ; 
Black, we to the fountain fly ; 
Wash us, Saviour, or we die ! 

4 While we draw this fleeting breath, 
When our eye-strings break in death, 
When we soar to worlds unknown, 
See thee on thy judgment throne ; 
Rock of ages, shelter us ! 
Let us hide ourselves in thee. 

96. L. M. Steele. 
Saviour — the only one. Acts iv, 12. 

1 Jesus, the spring of joys divine, 
Whence all our hopes and comforts flow; 
Jesus, no other name but thine, 

Can save from everlasting wo. 

2 No other name will heav'n approve : 
Thou art the true and living way, 
Ordain'd by everlasting love, 

To the bright realms of endless day, 

8 Here let our constant feet abide, 
Nor from the heav'nly path depart ; 
O let thy Spirit, gracious Guide, 
Direct our steps, and cheer our heart. 

4 Safe lead us through this world of night, 
And bring us to the blissful plains, 
The regions of unclouded light, 
Where perfect joy for ever reigns, 

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74 ' CHARACTERS OF CHRIST. 

97. S; M. Steele. 
Shepherd. Ps. xxiii. 1 — 3* 

1 While our Redeemer's near, 
Our Shepherd, and our guide, 

We bid farewell to anxious fear. 
Our wants are well supply'd. 

2 To ever- verdant meads, 
Where rich abundance grows, 

Mis gracious hand indulgent leads 5 
And guards our sweet repose. 

3 Along the lovely scene 
Still waters gently roll, 

Transparent, sweet, and all serene 9 * 
To cheer each fainting soul. 

4 Dear Shepherd, if we stray, 
Our wand ring feet restore ; 

To thy fair pastures guide the way,. 
And let us rove no more. 

5 Here may our spirits rest ; 
How sweet a lot have we ! 

With pleasure, food, and safety blest 
Thine, Lord, the glory be ! 

98. S, M. Watts. 

Shepherd. Psalm xxiii. 

1 The Lord our Shepherd is, 
We shall be well supply'd ; 
Since he is ours, and we are his, 
What can we want beside ? 



CHARACTERS OF CHRTST. 75 

S He leads us to the place 

Where heav'nly pasture grows, 
Where living waters gently pass, 
And full salvation flows. 

^3 If e'er we go astray, 

He doth our souls reclaim, 
And guides us in his own right way, 
For his most holy name, 

4 While he affords his aid, 
We cannot yield to fear ; 
Though we should walk through death's 
dark shade, 
Our Shepherd's with us there. 

-5 The bounties of thy love 

Shall crown our foll'wing days ; 
Nor from thy house will we remove, 
Nor cease to speak thy praise. 

99. 8,8,6. 

Way, Truth, and Life. John xiv. 6. 

1 There is no path to heav'nly bliss, 
Or solid joy or lasting peace, 

But Christ th' appointed road : 
Oh, may we tread the sacred way ! 
By faith rejoice, and praise, and pray, 

Till we sit down with God. 

-2 The types and shadows of the word 
Unite in Christ, the man, the Lord, 

The Saviour just and true : 
Oh, may we all his word believe ! 
And all his promises receive, 
And all his precepts do. 



76 CHARACTERS OF CHRIST, 

3 As he above for ever lives, 
And life to dying sinners gives, 

Eternal and divine: 
Oh, may his Spirit in us dwell ! 
Then sav'd from sin, and death, and hell, 

In glory ever shine. 



100. C. M. Erskine. 
Way, Truth, and Life. John xiv. 1 — 6, 

1 u Let not your hearts within you grieve, 

" My dear beloved friends ; 
" Ye trust in God, in me believe, 
"For I have borne your pains. 

2 " Home to my Father's house I go, 

" Where many mansions are ; 
" I go before, and in your name 
" Your seats of bliss prepare. 

3 " When I your mansions have prepar'd, 

" I'll come to you again, 
" And take you to my blissful arms, 
" For ever to remain. 

4 " Where I am bound, is endless day, 

" And I'm th' appointed road ; 
" I am the truth, and living way, 
" By which you come to God. 

5 Jesus, thy words of grace and truth, 

Support the fainting heart; 
O let us on this promise rest, 
And bid our fears depart. 



CHARACTERS OF CHRIST. 77 

101. C. M. Watts. 

*? Hosanna to the Son of David" Matt xxi. 9, 

I Hosanna to the royal Son 
Of David's ancient line ; 
His natures two, his person one, 
Mysterious and divine. 

^ The root of David here we find, 
And offspring is the same ; 
Eternity and time are join'd 
In our Immanuel's name. 

3 Bless'd he that came to wretched men, 

With news of peace from heav'n ; 
Hosannas in the highest strain 
To Christ, the Lord, be giv'n. 

4 Let mortals ne'er refuse to take 

Th' hosanna on their tongues; 
Lest rocks and stones should rise, and break 
Their silence into songs. 

102. 148th Watts. 
Hosanna to Christ 

1 Hosanna to the King 
Of David's ancient blood ; 
Behold he's come to bring 
Forgiving grace from God : 

Let old and young attend his way, 
And at his feet their honours lay, 

2 Glory to God on high, 

Salvation to the Lamb ; 

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78 SCRIPTURE. 

Let earth, and sea, and sky, 
His wond'rous love proclaim : 
Upon his head shall honours rest, 
And ev'rj age pronounce him blest. 



SCRIPTURE 



ITS PHOPEKTIES. 



103. C. M. Fawcett. 
Psalm cxix. 105. 

1 How precious is the book divine, 

By inspiration giv'n ! 
Bright as a lamp its' precepts shine, 
To guide our souls to heav'n. 

2 The counsels of redeeming grace, 

These sacred leaves unfold ; 
And here the Saviour's lovely face, 
Our favour'd eyes behold. 

3 Thy word, Redeemer, cheers our hearts, 

In this dark vale of tears ; 
Life, light, and joy, it still imparts, 
And quells our rising fears. 

4 O may this lamp, through all the night 

Of life, make plain our way; 
Till we behold the clearer light 
Of an eternal day. 



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ITS PROPERTIES. 79 

104. L. M. Beddome. 

The usefulness of the Scriptures, 

J When Israel through the desert pass'd, 
A fiery pillar went before, 
To guide them through the dreary waste, 
And lessen the fatigues they bore. 

2 Such is thy glorious word, O God, 
'Tis for our light and guidance giv ? n ; 
It sheds a lustre all abroad, 

And points the path to bliss and heav'n, 

3 It fills the soul with sweet delight, 
And quickens its inactive pow'rs ; 

It sets our wand'ring footsteps right, 
Displays thy love, and kindles ours. 

4 Its promises rejoice our hearts : 
Its doctrine is divinely true ; 
Knowledge and pleasure it imparts ; 
It comforts and instructs us too. 

5 Ye happy lands who have this word, 
Ye saints, who feel its saving pow'r, 
Unite your tongues to praise the Lord ; 
For this great favour, Him adore. 

105. C. M. Steele. - 

" The entrance of thy words giveth light." Ps, exix. 130, 

1 Father of mercies, in thy word 
What endless glory shines ! 
For ever be thy name ador'd, 
For these celestial lines. 



SO SCRIPTURE. 

2 Here may the wretched sons of want 

Exhaustless riches find ; 
Riches above what earth can grant, 
And lasting as the mind. 

3 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice 

Spreads heav'nly peace around ; 
And life, and everlasting joys, 
Attend the blissful sound, 

4 O may these heav'nly pages be 

Our ever dear delight; 
And still new glories may we see, 
With still increasing light. 

5 Divine Instructer, gracious Lord ! 

Be thou for ever near ; 
Teach us to love thy sacred word, 
And view the Saviour there. 

106. C. M. Watts. 

Psalm cxix. Eighth Part. 

1 Lord, we have made thy word our choice, 

Our lasting heritage ; 
There shall our noblest pow'rs rejoice, 
Our warmest thoughts engage. 

2 We'll read the hist'ries of thy love, 

And keep thy laws in sight, 
While through the promises we rove, 
With ever fresh delight. 

S 'Tis a broad land of wealth unknown, 
Where springs of life arise, 



ITS PROPERTIES. 

Seeds of immortal bliss are sown, 
And hidden glory lies. 

The best relief that mourners have. 
It makes our sorrows blest ; 

Our fairest hope beyond the grave, 
And our eternal rest. 



107. C. M. Watts. 

1 Laden with guilt, and full of fears. 

We fly to thee, O Lord ! 
For not a glimpse of hope appears, 
But in thy written word. 

2 The volume of our Father's grace 

Does all our grief assuage : 
Here we behold the Saviour's face 
Almost in ev'ry page. 

3 This is the field where hidden lies 

The pearl of price unknown ; 
That merchant is divinely wise 
Who makes the pearl his own, 

4 Here consecrated water flows 

To quench our thirst of sin ; 
Here the fair tree of knowledge grows, 
Nor danger dwells therein. 

5 O may thy counsels, mighty God ! 

Our roving feet command ; 
Nor we forsake the happy road 
That leads to thy right hand. 



82 SCRIPTURE. 

108. L. M. Watts. 

Psalm xix. 

1 The heav'ns declare thy glory, Lord ; 
In ev'ry star thy wisdom shines : 
But when our eyes behold thy word, 
We read thy name in fairer lines. 

2 The rolling sun, the changing light, 
And nights and days thy pow'r confess : 
But the blest volume thou hast writ. 
Reveals thy justice and thy grace. 

3 Sun, moon, and stars convey thy praise 
Round the whole earth, and never stand ; 
So when thy truth began its race, 

Its sound was heard in e\hj land. 

4 Nor shall thy spreading gospel rest, 

Till through the world thy truth has run : 
Till Christ has all the nations blest, 
That see the light, or feel the sun. 

109. C. M. 

" Thy word is a light unto my path. 11 Ps. cxix. 105. 

1 A glory gilds the sacred page, 

Majestic, like the sun : 
It gives a light to ev 7 ry age, 
It gives — but borrows none. 

2 O Lord, be praise for ever thine, 

For such a bright display, 
As makes a world of darkness shine 
With beams of heav'nlv day. 



ITS PROPERTIES. 83 

3 With joy and gladness we pursue 
The steps of him we love : 
Till glory breaks upon our viewy 
In brighter worlds above. 

HO. L. M. 

Psalm cxix. 171. 

1 How precious are thy statutes, Lord ? 
Thy love and goodness they record ; 
In them are blessings new and old 
That suits the need of all thy fold. 

2 In them does heav'nly wisdom shine? 
Which proves they truly are divine ; 
And when we do upon them feed, 
We prove they are from thee indeed* 

3 The word of truth thou hast made known? 
May we with joy and boldness own : 
Engrave thy statutes in our heart, 

Nor let us from thy truth depart. 

4 Then by thy grace we will thee praise, 
And tell how kind are all thy ways ; 
And in thy name we will rejoice, 
And bless thee with a cheerful voice. 

111. L. M. Beddome. 

1 God, in the gospel of his Son, 
Makes his eternal counsels known ; 
'Tis here his richest mercy shines, 
And truth is drawn in fairest lines- 

2 Here, sinners of a humble frame 

May taste his grace, and learn his name ; 



84 THE GOSPEL. 

'Tis writ in characters of blood, 
Severely just, immensely good. 

3 Here, Jesus, in ten thousand ways, 
His soul-attracting charms displays ; 
Recounts his poverty and pains, 
And tells his love in melting strains. 

4 Wisdom its dictates here imparts, 

To form our minds, to cheer our hearts ; 
Its influence makes th' sinner live, 
And bids the drooping saint revive. 

5 Our raging passions it controls, 
And comfort yields to contrite souls ; 
It brings a better world in view, 

And guides us all our passage through, 

6 May this blest volume ever lie 

Close to our heart and near our eye ^ , 
Till life's last hour our souls engage, 
And be our chosen heritage. 



THE GOSPEL. 



112. C. M. Gibbons. 

u A feast of fat things." Is. xxv. 6. 

1 On Zion, his most holy mount, 
God has a feast prepar'd ; 
And Israel's sons and Gentile lands. 
Have in the banquet shar'd. 



THE GOSPEL. 85 

2 Marrow and fatness are the food, 

His bounteous hand bestows ; 
Wine on the lees, and well refin'd, 
In rich abundance flows. 

3 See, to the vilest of the vile 

A free acceptance giv'n ! 
See, rebels by adopting grace, 
Sit with the heirs of heav'n ! 

4 The pain'd, the sick, the dying, now 

To ease and health restor'd ; 
With eager appetites partake 
The plenties of the board. 

5 But O what draughts of bliss unknown, 

What dainties shall be giv'n ; 
When, with the myriads round the throne, 
We join the feast of heav'n* 

113. L. M. Doddridge. 
The Gospel Jubilee. Psalm lxxxix. 15. 

1 Loud let the tuneful trumpet sound, 
And spread the joyful tidings round ; 
Let ev'ry soul with transport hear, 
And hail the Lord's accepted year. 

2 Ye debtors, whom he gives to know, 
That you ten thousand talents owe, 
When humble at his feet you fall, 
Your gracious Lord forgives them all. 

3 Slaves, that have borne the heavy chain, 
Of sin and hell's tyrannic reign ; 

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86 THE GOSPEL. 

To liberty assert your claim, 

And urge the great Redeemer's name. 

4 The rich inheritance of heav'n, 
Through Jesus Christ, is freely giv'n ; 
Fair Salem your arrival waits, 

With golden streets and pearly gates. 

5 O happy souls that know the sound, 
Celestial light their steps surround, 
And show that Jubilee begun, 
Which through eternal years shall run. 



114. C. M. Stennett. ; 
The glorious Gospel of the blessed God. 1 Tim. i. 11. 

1 What wisdom, majesty and grace, 

Through all the gospel shine ! 
'Tis God that speaks, and we confess 
The doctrine most divine. 

2 Down from the starry throne on high, 

Th' almighty Saviour came ; 
Laid his bright robes of glory by, 
To feeble flesh assume: 

3 The mighty debt, that sinners ow'd, 

Upon the cross he paid ; 
Then, through the clouds, ascended bigft, 
'Midst shouts of loftiest praise. 

4 There, as our Advocate, he pleads 

Before the Father's throne; 
Maintains our cause, and intercedes. 
And pours salvation down. 



THE GOSPEL. 8? 

Great God, with rev'rence we adore 

Thy justice and thy grace ; 
And on thy faithfulness and pow'r 
Our firm dependence place. 

115. L. M. Watts. 

The Gospel is the power of God to salvation. Rom. i. 16. 

1 What shall the dying sinner do, 
That seeks relief from all his wo? 
Where shall the guilty conscience find 
Ease for the torment of the mind ? 

2 How shall we get our crimes forgiv'n, 
Or form our natures fit for heav'n ? 
Can souls, all o'er defil'd with sin, 

Make their own pow'rs and passions clean 1 

3 In vain we search, in vain we try, 
Till Jesus brings his gospel nigh : 
'Tis there that pow'r and glory dwell, 
Which saves rebellious souls from hell. 

4 This is the pillar of our hope, 
That bears our fainting spirits up; 
We read the grace, and trust the word. 
And find salvation in the Lord. 

116. S. M. Doddridge. 

Salvation by Grace. Eph. ii. 5. 

I Grace ! 'tis a charming sound, 
Harmonious to the ear : 
Heav'n with the echo shall resound, 
And all the earth shall hear. 



/ 
88 THE GOSPEL. 

2 Graee first contriv'd the way 
To save rebellious man ; 

And all the steps that graee display, 
Which drew the wond'rous plan. 

3 Grace led our wand'ring feet 
To tread the heav'nly road ; 

And new supplies each hour we meet, 
While pressing on to God. 

4 Grace all the work shall crown, 
Through everlasting days ; 

It lays in heav'n the topmost stone, 
And well deserves the praise. 

117. CM. Watts. 

Salvation. 

1 Salvation ! O the joyful sound, 

'Tis pleasure to our ears ; 
A sov 'reign balm for ev'ry wound, 
A cordial for our fears. 

2 When dead in trespasses and sin, 

Beneath the curse we lay ; 
He quicken'd us by grace divine, 
And wash'd our sins away. 

3 Salvation ! let the echo fly 

The spacious earth around ; 
While all the armies of the sky 
Conspire to raise the sound. 

4 Salvation ! O thou bleeding Lamb, 

To thee the praise belongs ; 

Salvation shall inspire our hearts. 

And dwell upon our tongues. 



THE GOSPEL 89 

CHORUS. 

5 Glory, honour, praise and pow'r, 
Be unto the Lamb for ever ; 
Jesus Christ is our Redeemer. 
Hallelujah. Praise ye the Lord. 

118. C. M. Doddridge. 

1 Salvation ! O melodious sound 

To wretched dying men ! 
Salvation that from God proceeds, 
And leads to God again. 

2 Rescu'd from helPs eternal gloom, 

From fiends, and fires, and chains ; 
Rais'd to a paradise of bliss, 
Where love triumphant reigns. 

3 Our Saviour God, no voice but thine 

These dying hopes can raise ; 
Speak thy salvation to our souls, 
And turn our tears to praise. 

4 Our Saviour God, these lisping tongues 

Transported shall proclaim ; 

And call on all th' angelic harps 

To sound so sweet a name. 

119. CM- Watts. 

Psalm lxxxix. 

1 Blest are the souls that hear and know 
The Gospel's joyful sound ; 
Peace shall attend the path they go, 
And light their steps surround. 



90 THE GOSPEL. 

2 The gospel bears their spirits up; 

They know the Saviour's name: 
His righteousness exalts their hope, 
Nor can their foes condemn. 

3 The Lord, our glory and defence, 

Strength and salvation gives : 
Isr'el, thy King for ever reigns, 
Thy God for ever lives. 

120. CM. 'Watts. 
Praise for the Gospel. Ps. xcviii. 

1 To our Almighty Maker, God, 

New honours be address'd : 
His great salvation shines abroad, 
And makes the nations bless'd. 

2 He spake the word to Abraham, 

His truth fulfils the grace ; 
The Gentiles make his name their trust, 
And learn his righteousness. 

3 Let the whole earth his love proclaim, 

With all her difPrent tongues ; 
And spread the honours of his name, 
In melody and songs. 

121. CM. Newton. 

1 Salvation, what a glorious plan ! 
How suited to our need ! 
The grace that raises fallen man 
Is wonderful indeed. 

'Twas wisdom form'd the vast design, 
To ransom us when lost ; 



THE GOSPEL. 91 

And love's unfathomable mine 
Provided all the cost. 

3 Truth, wisdom, justice, pow'r, and love, 

In all their glory shone, 
When Jesus left the courts above, 
For sinners to atone. 

4 Truth, wisdom, justice, pow'r, and love, 

Are equally display'd, 
Now Jesus reigns entbron'd above, 
Our Advocate and Head. 

122. L. M. Gibbons. 
Divine Forgiveness. Luke vii. 47. 

1 Forgiveness! 'tis a joyful sound 
To malefactors doom'd to die ; 
Publish the bliss the world around ; 
Ye seraphs, shout it from the sky ! 

2 'Tis the rich gift of love divine ; 
'Tis full, out- measuring ev'ry crime ; 
Unclouded shall its glories shine, 
And feel no change by changing time. 

3 For this stupendous love of Heav'n, 
What grateful honours shall we show? 
Where much transgression is forgiv'n, 
Let love in equal ardour glow. 

4 By this inspir'd, let all our days 
With gospel holiness be crown'd ; 

Let truth and goodness, pray'r and praise, 
In all abide, in all abound. 



9% INVITATIONS. 

123. C. M. Watts. 

God glorified in the Gospel. 

1 The Lord, descending from above, 

Invites his children near ; 
While pow'r, and truth, and boundless love, 
Display their glories here. 

2 Here, in thy gospel's wond'rous frame, 

Fresh wisdom we pursue : 
And here do angels learn thy name, 
Beyond what e'er they knew. 

3 Thy name transcrib'd in fairest lines, 

With wonder here we trace : 
Wisdom through all the myst'ry shines, 
And shines in Jesus' face. 

4 Here the sweet lustre of thy grace 

Our warmest thoughts employs ; 
Gilds the whole scene with brightest hopes, 
And more exalts our joys. 



SCRIPTURE INVITATIONS. 



124* L. M. Stennett. 

God reasoning with men. Is. i. 18. 

Come, sinners, saith the mighty God, 
Heinous as all your crimes have been ; 
Lo ! I descend from mine abode, 
To reason with the sons of men. 



INVITATIONS. 93 

2 No clouds of darkness veil my face, 
No vengeful lightnings flash around : 
I come with terms of life and peace; 
Where sin hath reign'd let grace abound. 

3 Yes, Lord, we will obey thy call, 
And to thy gracious sceptre bow ; 
O make our crimson sins like wool, 
Our scarlet crimes as white as snow, 

4 Then shall our grateful lips repeat 
Thy praises with a tuneful voice ; 
While humbly prostrate at thy feet^ 
We wonder, tremble, and rejoice. 

125. C. M. Watts, 

1 Let ev'ry mortal ear attend, 

And ev^ry heart rejoice ; 
The trumpet of the gospel sounds, 
With an inviting voice. 

2 Eternal wisdom has prepar'd, 

A soul reviving feast; 
And bids the vilest sons of want, 
The rich provision taste. 

3 Rivers of love and mercy here, 

In a rich ocean join ; 
Salvation in abundance flows, 
Like floods of milk and wine. 

4 Dear Lord, the treasures of thy love, 

Are everlasting mines : 
Deep as our helpless mis'ries are, 
And boundless as our Fins. 



94 INVITATIONS. 

5 The happy gates of gospel grace, 
Stand open night and day ; 
Lord, we are come to seek supplies, 
And drive our wants away. 

126. 8,7,4 Hart. 
Sinners invited to Christ. Matt. xi. 28— 30. 

1 Come, ye weary, heavy laden, 

Lost and ruin'd by the fall ; 
If you tarry till you're better, 
You will never come at all : 

Not the righteous, 
Sinners, Jesus came to call. 

2 Agonizing in the garden, 

Lo ! your Saviour prostrate lay ; 
On the bloody tree behold hinx ; 
Hear him cry before he dy'd, 

It is finish'd ; 
Sinners, will not this suffice ? 

3 Lo ! th' incarnate God ascended, 

Pleads the merit of his blood ; 
Venture on him, venture wholly, 
Let no other trust intrude: 

None but Jesus 
Can do helpless sinners good. 

4 Saints and angels, join'd in concert, 

Sing the praises of the Lamb ; 
While the blissful seats of heaven, 
Sweetly echo with his name : 

Hallelujah! 
Sinners here may sing the same. 



INVITATIONS 95 

127. 148th Boden. 

Yet there is room. Luke xiv. 22, 

1 Ye dying sons of men, 
Immerg'd in sin and wo ; 
The gospel's voice attend, 
While Jesus sends to you : 

Ye perishing and guilty, come, 
In Jesus' arms there yet is room. 

2 No longer now delay, 
Nor vain excuses frame; 
He bids you come to-day, 
Though poor, and blind, and lame : 

All things are ready, sinners, come, 
For such as you, there yet is room, 

3 CompelPd by bleeding love, 
Ye wand'ring souls, draw near; 
Christ calls you from above, 
His charming accents hear ! 

Let whosoever will, now come, 
In mercy's arms there still is room. 

128. C. M. Watts. 
None excluded from hope. Rom. i. 16. 

1 Jesus, thy blessings are not few, 

Nor is thy gospel weak ; 
Thy grace can melt the stubborn Jew, 
And bow th' aspiring Greek. 

2 Wide as the reach of Satan's rage 

Doth thy salvation flow : 
'Tis not confin'd to sex or age, 
The lofty or the low. 



96 INVITATIONS 

3 While grace is offer'd to the prince* 

The poor may take their share : 
No mortal hath a just pretence 
To perish in despair. 

4 Be wise, ye men of strength and wit, 

Nor boast your native pow'rs : 
But to his sov'reign grace submit, 
And glory shall be yours. 

5 Come, all ye wretched sinners, come, 

He'll form your souls anew ; 
His gospel and his heart have room 
For rebels such as you. 

129. C. M. Steele. 

1 The Saviour calls — let ev'ry ear 

Attend the heav'nly sound ; 
Ye doubting souls, dismiss your fears, 
Hope smiles reviving sound. 

2 For ev'ry thirsty, longing heart, 

Here streams of mercy flow ; 
And life, and health, and bliss impart^ 
To banish mortal wo. 

3 Here springs of sacred pleasure rise, 

To ease our ev'ry pain ; 
(Immortal Fountain : full supplies,) 
Nor shall you thirst in vain. 

4 Ye sinners come, 'tis mercy's voice, 

The gracious call obey : 
Mercy invites to heav'nly joys, 
And can you yet delay 1 



INVITATIONS. 9? 

5 Dear Saviour, draw reluctant hearts ; 
To thee let sinners fly, 
And take the bliss thy love imparts, 
And drink, and never die. 

130. L. M. Watts. 
Weary souls invited to rest. Matt. xi. 28. 

1 Come hither, all ye weary souls, 
Ye heavy laden sinners, come : 

I'll give you rest from all your toils, 
And raise you to my heav'nly home, 

2 They shall find rest that learn of me ; 
I'm of a meek and lowly mind ; 

But passion rages like the sea^ 
And pride is restless as the wind. 

3 Blest is the man whose shoulders take 
My yoke, and bear it with delight : 
My yoke is easy to his neck, 

My grace shall make the burden light. 

4 Jesus, we would at thy command, 
With faith and hope and humble zeal, 
Resign our spirits to thy hand, 

To mould and guide us at thy will. 

131. C. M. Beddome. 

The freeness of the Gospel. 

1 How free and boundless is the grace 
Of our redeeming God ! 
Extending to the Jew and Greek, 
And men of ev'ry blood. 
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98 INVITATIONS. 

2 The mightiest king, and meanest slave, 

May iiis rich mercy taste ; 
He bids the beggar and the prince, 
Unto the gospel feast. 

3 None are excluded thence, but those 

Who do themselves exclude ; 
Welcome the learned and polite, 
The ignorant and rude. 

4 Come then, ye men of evry name, 

Of evhy tribe and tongue ; 
What you are willing to receive, 
Doth unto you belong. 

132. L. M. Steele. 
Weary souls invited to rest. Mat. xi. 28. 

1 Come, weary souls, with sins distress'd ; 
Come and accept the promis'd rest : 
The Saviour's gracious call obey, 

And cast your gloomy fears away. 

2 Oppress'd with guilt, a painful load ; 

O come, and spread your woes abroad : 
Divine compassion, mighty love, 
Will all the painful load remove. 

3 Here mercy's boundless ocean flows, 

To cleanse your guilt and heal your woes ; 
Pardon and life, and endless peace ; 
How rich the gift ! how free the grace ! 

4 Lord, we accept with thankful heart, 
The hope thy gracious words impart ; 
We come witli trembling, yet rejoice, 
And bless thy kind inviting voice. 



INVITATIONS, 99 

133. CM. Fawcett. 

Lei the wicked forsake his ways. Is. lv. 7. 

1 Sinners, the voice of God regard ; 

'Tis mercy speaks to-day ; 
He calls you by his sovereign word, 
From sin's destructive way. 

2 Like the rough sea which cannot rest, 

You live devoid of peace; 
A thousand stings within your breast, 
Deprive your souls of ease. 

3 Your way is dark, and leads to hell ; 

Why will you persevere? 
Can you in endless torments dwell, 
Shut up in black despair i 

4 But he that turns to God shall live, 

Through his abounding grace ; 
His mercy will the guilt forgive 
Of those who seek his face. 

5 Bow to the sceptre of his word, 

Renouncing ev'ry sin ; 
Submit to him, your sov 'reign Lord, 
And learn his will divine. 

6 His love exceeds your highest thoughts ; 

He pardons like a God ! 
He will forgive your num'rous faults, 
Through a Redeemer's blood. 

134. C M. Steele. 
An invitation to the Gospel feast. Luke xiv. 22. 
1 Ye naked, wretched, hungry, poor, 
Behold a royal feast ! 



100 INVITATIONS. 

Where mercy spreads her bounteous store 
For ev'iy humble guest. 

2 See, Jesus stands with open arms, 

He calls, he bids you come ; 
Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms ; 
But see, there yet is room. 

3 Room in the Saviour's bleeding heart: 

There love and pity meet ; 
Nor will he bid the soul depart 
That trembles at his feet. 

4 O come, and with his children, taste 

The blessings of his love ; 
While hope attends the sweet repast 
Of nobler joy above. 

5 There, with united heart and voice, 

Before th' eternal throne ; 
Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice, 
In ecstacies unknown. 

6 And yet ten thousand thousand more, 

Are welcome still to come : 
Ye longing souls, the grace adore ; 
Approach, there yet is room. 

135. C. M. 

God beseeching sinners to be reconciled to Him, 2 Cor. 
v. 20. 

I Hark how the gospel-trumpet sounds ! 
'Tis a delightful voice : 
Pris'ners of death, no longer groan ; 
Ye broken hearts, rejoice. 



INVITATIONS. 101 

2 Pardon to sinners is proclaim'd 

By their affronted God; 
'Tis God beseeches to accept, 
Peace made by Jesus' blood. 

3 What answer, Lord, shall we return 

To this stupendous grace ? 
Shall the most high, th* eternal bliss, 
Beseech a ruin'd race ? 

4 When vengeance might have crush'd to death, 

The poor rebellious worms ; 
The God of love proposes peace, 
In most alluring forms. 

5 What heart such kindness can resist, 

Or spurn such wond'rous grace ? 
Come sinners, hear your Maker's voice, 
And take, in heav'n, your place. 

136. L. M. Wesley. 
Invitation of sinners to Christ. Is. lv. 1, 

1 Ho ! ev'ry one that thirsts, draw nigh, 
('Tis God invites the fallen race) 
Mercy and free salvation buy ; 

Buy w T ine, and milk, and gospel grace, 

2 Come to the living waters, come : 
Sinners, obey your Maker's call ; 
Return, ye weary wand'rers, home, 
And find his grace is free for all. 

3 See from the rock a fountain rise : 
For you in healing streams it rolls ; 
Money ye need not bring, nor price, 
Ye lab'ring, burden'd, sin-sick souls. 



10*2 INVITATIONS. 

4 Nothing ye in exchange shall give, 
Leave all you have, and are, behind ; 
Freely the gift of God receive; 
Pardon and peace in Jesus find. 

5 Hither, ye laboring sinners, come ! 
Jesus, the Lord, invites you near: 
Jesus shall take you for his own, 
And nlake you his peculiar care. 

131. S. M. 

Now is the accepted time. 2 Cor. vi. 2. 

1 Now is th' accepted time, 
Now is the day of grace ; 

Now, sinners, come without delay 
And seek the Saviour's face. 

2 Now is th' accepted time, 
The Saviour calls to-day ; 

Pardon and peace he freely gives, 
Then why should you delay ? 

S Now is th' accepted time, 
The gospel bids you come ; 
And ev'ry promise in his word, 
Declares there yet is room. 

4 Lord, draw reluctant souls, 
And feast them with thy love ; 
Then will the angels clasp their wings, 
And bear the news above. 



PROMISES. 103 

"SCRIPTURE PROMISES* 



138. C. M. Doddridge. 
'-Fear not, for I am with thee. 11 Is. xli. 10. 

1 And art thou with us, gracious Lord, 

To dissipate our fears ? 
Dost thou proclaim thyself our God, 
Our God for ever near 1 

2 Doth thy right hand which formed the earthy 

And bears up all the skies, 
Stretch from on high its friendly aid, 
When dangers round us rise I 

2 Dost thou a father's bowels feci 
For all thy humble saints ? 
And in such friendly accents speak*., 
To sooth their sad complaints 2 

4 Why droop our hearts, why flow mxt tteairs? 
While 'such a voice we hear? 
Why rise our sorrows and our fears, 
While such a friend is nesurt 

h To all thine other favours* atM 
A heart to trust thy word ; 
And death itself shall hear us sing 
While resting on the Lord* 

139. CL ftL Needham- 

My Grace is sufficient for thee. 2 Cor. xil. 9, 

1 Kind are the words that Jesus speaks* 
To cheer the drooping saints ; 



104 PROMISES. 

My grace sufficient is for you, 

Though nature's pow'rs may faint. 

2 My grace its glories shall display, 

And make your griefs remove ; 
Your weakness shall the triumphs tell 
Of boundless pow'r and love. 

3 What though our griefs are not remov'd, 

Yet why should we despair ? 
While the kind Saviour's arms support, 
We can the burden bear. 

4 Jesus, our Saviour and our Lord, 

'Tis good to trust thy name : 
Thy pow'r thy faithfulness, and love, 
Will ever be the same. 

5 Weak as we are, yet through thy grace. 

We all things can perform ; 
And smiling, triumph in thy name, 
Amid the raging storm. 

140. C. M. Doddridge. 
God shall supply all your need. Phil. iv. 19. 

1 Our God, how cheerful is the sound ! 

How pleasant to repeat ! 
Well may that heart with pleasure bound. 
Where God hath fix'd his seat. 

2 What want shall not our God supply 

From his redundant stores ! 
What streams of mercy from on high 
An arm almighty pours ! 



PROMISES. 1-05 

3 Through Christ, the ever-living spring, 

These ample blessings flow : 

Prepare our lips his name to sing, 

Whose heart hath lov'd us so. 

4 Now, to our Father and our God, 

Be endless glory giv'n, 
Through all the realms of man's abode, 
And through the highest heav'n. 



141. C. M. Doddridge. 

Fear not ; it is your Father's good pleasure to give you the 
Kingdom. Luke'xii. 32. 

1 Ye little flock whom Jesus feeds. 

Dismiss your anxious cares ; 
Look to the Shepherd of your souls,. 
And smile away your fears. 

2 Though wolves and lions prowl around, 

His staff is your defence ; 
'Midst sands and rocks, your Shepherd's 
voice 
Calls streams and pastures thence. 

3 Your Father will a kingdom give. 

And give it with delight ; 
His feeblest child his love shall call, 
To triumph in his sight, 

i Ten thousand praises, Lord, we bring 
For sure supports like these : 
And o'er the pious dead., we sin,g 
Thy living promises. 



106 PROMISES, 

142. lis Kennady. 

Exceeding great and precious Promises. 2 P$t. i. 4. 

1 How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, 
Is laid for your faith in his excellent word ! 
What more can he say than to you he hath said, 
Who unto the Saviour for refuge have fled'? 

2 In ev'ry condition, in sickness, in health, 
In poverty's vale, or abounding in wealth ; 
At home and abroad, on the land, on the sea, 
As your days may demand, so your succour 

shall be. 

3 Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismay'd ! 
I, I am your God, and will still give you aid ; 
I'll strengthen you, help you, and cause you to 

stand, 
Upheld by my righteous, Omnipotent hand. 

4 When through the deep waters I cause you 

to go, 
The rivers of sorrow shall not you o'erflow ; 
For I will be with you, your troubles to bless, 
And sanctify to you your deepest distress. 

5 When through fi'ry trials your pathway shall 

lie, 
My grace, ail- sufficient, shall be your supply ; 
The flame shall not hurt you ; I only design 
Your dross to consume, and your gold to refine. 

6 The soul that on Jesus hath lean'd for repose, 
I will not, I cannot, desert to his foes ; 

That soul, though all hell should endeavour to 

shake, 
I'll never, no never, no never, forsake. 



PROMISES. 107 

143. L. M. Fawcett. 

As thy days, so shall thy strength be. Deut. xxxiii. 25. 

1 Afflicted saint, to Christ draw near, 
The Saviour's gracious promise hear ; 
His faithful word declares to thee, 
That, as thy days, thy strength shall be* 



» 



Let not thy heart despond, and say, 
How shall I stand the trying day 1 
He has engag'd, by firm decree, 
That, as thy days, thy strength shall be. 

3 Should persecution rage and flame, 
Still trust in thy Redeemer's name ; 
In fi'ry trials thou shalt see, 

That, as thy days, thy strength shall be, 

4 When call'd to bear thy weighty cross, 
Or share affliction, pain, or loss, 

Or deep distress, or poverty ; 

Still, as thy days, thy strength shall be. 

5 When ghastly death appears in view, 
Christ's presence shall thy fears subdue : 
He'll come to set thy spirit free ; 

And, as thy days, thy strength shall be. 

144. L. M. Watts. 
The faithfulness of God in the Promises. 

1 Begin, our tongues, some heav'nly theme, 
And speak some boundless thing, 
The mighty works, or mightier name 
Of our eternal Kin^. 



108 PROMISES 1 . 

2 Tell of his wonel'rous faithfulness? 

And sound his pow'r abroad ; 
Sing the sweet promise of his grace r 
And the performing God. 

3 Proclaim salvation from the Lord* 

For wretched dying men : 
His hand has writ the sacred word 
With an immortal pen. 

4 Engrav'd as in eternal brass, 

The mighty promise shines ; 
Nor can the pow'rs of darkness rase, 
Those everlasting lines. 

5 His very word of grace is strong. 

As that which buik the skies ; 
The voice that rolls the stars along,. 
Speaks ail the promises. 

145. 104th Newton. 
The Lord will provide. Gen. xxii. 14. 

1 Though troubles assail, and dangers affright, 
Tho' friends should all fail, and foes all unite ; 
Yet one thing secures us, whatever betide, 
The scripture assures us, The Lord will provide- 

2 The birds without barn , or storehouse are fed ; 
From them let us learn, to trust for our bread : 
His saints, what is fitting, shall ne'er be deny'd, 
So long as 'tis written, The Lord will provide. 

3 His call we obey, like Abram of old, 

Not knowing our way, but faith makes us bold ; 



PROMISES. 109 

For, though we are strangers, we have a good 

guide, 
And trust in all dangers, The Lord will provide. 

4 No strength of ourown, or-goh :lnesswe claim; 
Yet since we have known the Saviour's great 

name, 
In this our strong tower for safety we hide, 
The Lord is our pow'r, The Lord will provide. 

5 When life sinks apace, and death is in view, 
The word of his grace shall comfort us through ; 
Not fearing or doubting, with Christ on our side, 
We hope to die shouting, The Lord will provide. 

146. 148th. Doddridge. 
God's Fidelity to his Promises. Heb. x. 23. 

1 The promises we sing, 

Which sov'reigu love hath spoke ; 
Nor will th' eternal King 
His words of grace revoke : 

They stand secure, and steadfast still ; 

Not Zion's hill abides so sure. 

2 The mountains melt away 
When once the Judge appears ; 
And sun and moon decay, 
That measure mortal's years : 

But still the same, in radiant lines, 

The promise shines, through all the flame. 

3 Their harmony shall sound 
Through our attentive ears, 
When thunders cleave -the ground, 
And dissipate the spheres : 

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110 INFLUENCES OF THE SPIRIT, 

We'll stand serene, thy word our rock, 
'Midst all the shock, of that dread scene. 



INFLUENCES OF THE SPIRIT, 



147. C. M. Watts. 

Psalm cxix. 33, 

1 O that the Lord would guide our ways ? 

To keep his statutes still : 
O that our God would grant us grace 
To know and do his will ! 

2 Lord, send thy Spirit down to write, 

Thy law upon our heart : 
Nor let our tongues indulge deceit, 
Nor act the liar's part* 

3 Order our footsteps hy thy word, 

And make our hearts sincere ; 
Let sin have no dominion, Lord y 
But keep our conscience clear. 

4 Make us to walk in thy commands, 

'Tis a delightful road ; 
Nor let our heads, or hearts or hands. 
Offend against our God. 

148. L. M. Doddridge. 

The Spirit's influence compared to living water. 

1 Bless'd Jesus, source of grace divine, 
What soul-refreshing streams are thine ! 



INFLUENCES OF THE SPIRIT. Ill 

Oh, bring these healing waters nigh., 
Or we must droop, and fall, and die. 

*2 No traveller through desert lands, 

'Midst scorching suns, and burning sands, 
More needs the current to obtain, 
Or to enjoy refreshing rain. 

3 Our longing souls aloud would sing, 
Spring up, celestial Fountain, spring; 
To a redundant river flow, 

And cheer this thirsty land below. 

4 May this blest torrent near our side. 
Through all the desert gently glide; 
Then, in Immanuels' land above, 
Spread to a sea of joy and iovel 

149. L. M. Doddridge. 

Seeking to God for the communication of his Spirit. 
Ezek. xxxvi. 25—27. 

1 Hear, gracious Sov'reign ! from thy throne, 
And send thy various blessings down : 
While by thine Israel thou art sought, 
Attend the pray'r thy word hath taught. 

2 Send down thy Spirit from above, 
To fill these hearts with sacred love; 
Soften to flesh the flinty stone, 
And let thy godlike pow'r be known* 

3 Oh, let a holy flock await, 
Num'rous around thy tern pie- gate t 
Each pressing on with zeal to be 
A living- sacrifice to thee* 



112 INFLUENCES OF THE SPIRIT 

4 In answer to our fervent cries, 
Give us to see thy church arise : 
Or, if that blessing seem too great, 
Give us to mourn its low estate. 

150. C. M. Doddridge. 
Quicken thou me according to thy word. Ps. cxix. 25, 

1 With pity, Lord, thy servants view ; 

As in the dust we lie. 
Nor, while we raise our plaintive voice, 
Disdain the broken cry. 

2 Fain would we mount on eagles' wings, 

And view thy lovely face ; 
But cumb'rous weights still drag us down ; 
How heavily we move ! 

3 Thy living word has wonders wrought ; 

These wonders here renew, 
And pour fresh vigour through our souls, 
While we its glories view. 

4 Thy quick'ning energy diffuse * 

O'er all our inmost frame ; 
And animate our languid pow'rs 
To celebrate thy name. 

5 From thee, great ever-flowing Spring, 

Let vital streams descend ; 
And cheer our hearts to sing those songs, 
Which death shall never end, 

151. CM. Watts. 
The riches of divine grace. 1 Cor. vi. 10, 11 
1 Not the malicious or profane, 
The wanton or the proud. 



INFLUENCES OF THE SPIRIT. 113 

Nor thieves, nor sland'rers, shall obtain 
The kingdom of our God. 

2 Surprising grace ! for such were we 

By nature and by sin. 

Heirs of eternal misery, 

Unholy, and unclean. 

3 But we are wash'd in Jesus' blood ; 

We're pardon 'd through his name : 
And the good Spirit of our God 
Hath sanctify 'd our frame. 

4 O for a persevering pow'r, 

To keep thy just commands : 
We would defile our hearts no more, 
No more pollute our hands. 

1 52. L. M. Steele. 
John xiv. 16, 17. 

1 Dear Lord ! and shall thy Spirit rest 
Within such wretched hearts as these 1 
Unworthy dwelling I glorious guest! 
Favour astonishing, divine ! 

2 Sure the blest Comforter is nigh ; 
'Tis he sustains our fainting heart ; 
Else would our hopes for ever die, 
And ev'ry cheering ray depart. 

3 When some kind promise glads our soul, 
Do we not find his healing voice 

The tempest of our fears control, 
And bid our drooping pow'rs rejoice 1 

10* 



114 INFLUENCES OF THE SPIRIT, 

4 What less than thine Almighty word 
Can raise our hearts from earth and dust, 
And bid us cleave to thee, O Lord, 

Our life, our treasure, and our trust ? 

5 Let thy kind Spirit in our heart 
For ever dwell, O God of love ; 
And light and heav'nly peace impart, 
Sweet earnest of the joys above. 

153. CM. Watts. 

Psalm cxix. Ninth Part. 

1 Thy mercies fill the earth, O Lord, 

How good thy works appear ! 
Open our eyes to read thy word, 
And see thy wonders there. 

2 Our hearts are fashion'd by thy hand, 

Our service is thy due; 
O make thy servants understand 
The duties they must do. 

3 Since we are strangers here below, 

Let not thy path be hid ; 
But mark the road our feet should go, 
And be our constant guide. 

4 When we confess'd our wand'ring ways, 

Thou heard'st our souls complain : 
Grant us the teachings of thy grace, 
Lest we should strav a^ain. 

5 Since God to us his statutes shew, 

And heav'nly truth impart ; 
His work for ever we'll pursue, 
His law shall rule; our heart. 



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CHRISTIAN GRACES, 



FAITH. 



154. CM. Watts. 
Faith of things unseen. Heb. xi. 1. 

1 Faith is the brightest evidence 

Of things beyond our sight, 
Breaks thro' the clouds of flesh and sense, 
And dwells in heav'nly light. 

2 It sets time past in present view, 

Brings distant prospects home, 
Of things a thousand years ago, 
Or thousand years to come. 

3 By faith we know the worlds were made 

By God's almighty word : 
Abra'm to unknown countries led, 
By faith obey'd the Lord. 

4 He sought a city fair and high, 

Built by-th' Eternal's hands; 
And faith assures us, though we die 
That heav'nly building stands. 

155. L. M. Watts. 

We walk by Faith, not by sight. 2 Cor. v. 7. 
1 'Tis by the faith of joys to come 

We walk through deserts dark as night ; 
Till we arrive at heav'n our home, 
Faith is our guide, and faith our light. 



116 FAITH. 

2 The want of sight she well supplies ; 
She makes the pearly gates appear ; 
Far into distant worlds she pries, 
And brings eternal glories near. 

3 Cheerful we tread the desert through, 
While faith inspires a heav'nly ray ; 
Though lions roar, and tempests blow, 
And rocks and dangers fill the way. 

4 So Abra'm, by divine command, 
Left his own house to walk with God ; 
His faith beheld the promis'd land, 
And fir'd his zeal along the road. 

150. L. M. Watts. 
Believe and be saved. John iii. 16 — 18. 

1 Not to condemn the sons of men, 
Did Christ, the Son of God, appear : 
No weapons in his hands are seen, 
No flaming sword, nor thunder there. 

2 Such was the pity of our God, 
He lov'd the race of men so well, 
He sent his Son to bear our load 

Of sins, and save our souls from hell. 

3 Sinners, believe the Saviour's word, 
Trust in his mighty name and live : 
A thousand joys his lips afford, 

His hands a thousand blessings give. 

4 But wrath and condemnation lies 
On rebels who refuse the grace : 
Who God's beloved Son despise, 
The hottest hell will be their place. 



FAITH. 117 

1ST. C. M. Watts. 

A living and a dead faith. James ii, 17 — 20, 

1 Mistaken souls, that dream of heav'n, 

And make their empty boast 
Of inward joys, and sins forgiv'n, 
While they are slaves to lust. 

2 Vain are our fancies, airy flights, 

If faith be cold and dead : 
None but a living faith unites 
To Christ the living head. 

3 'Tis faith that changes all the heart ; 

'Tis faith that works by love ; 
That bids all sinful joys depart, 
And lifts the thoughts above. 

4 'Tis faith that conquers earth and hell 

By a celestial pow'r : 
This is the grace that shall prevail 
In the decisive hour. 

158. L. M. Watts. 
Psalm lxii. 

1 Our spirits look to God alone, 
Our rock and refuge is his throne ; 
In all our fears, in all our straits, 
We would on his salvation wait. 

2 Trust him, ye saints, in all your ways, 
Four out your hearts before his face ; 
When helpers fail, when foes invade* 
God is our all-sufficient aid, 



118 FAITH. 

3 False are the men of high degree, 
The baser sort are vanity: 

Laid in the balance, both appear 
Light as a puff of empty air. 

4 Make not increasing gold your trust, 
Nor set your hearts on glitt'ring dust : 
Why will you grasp the fleeting smoke, 
And not believe what God hath spoke 3 

5 Once has his awful voice declar'd, 
Once and again our ears have heard, 
All pow'r is his eternal due, 

He must be fear'd and trusted too. 

1 59. C. M. Needham. 

Faith of the Ancients. Heb. vi. 12. 

1 Rise, O our souls, pursue the path 

By ancient heroes trod : 
Ambitious view those holy men, 
Who liv'd and walk'd with God. 

2 Though dead, they speak in reason's ear, 

And in example live ; 
Their faith, and hope, and mighty deeds, 
Still fresh instruction give. 

3 'Twas through the Lamb's most precious 

blood, 
They conquer'd ev'ry foe ; 
And to his pow'r and matchless grace, 
Their crowns and honour owe. 

4 Lord, may we ever keep in view 

The patterns thou hast giv'n j 



FAITH. 119 

And ne'er forsake the blessed road, 
Which led them safe to heav'n. 

16©. C. M. Turner. 

The power of Faith 

1 Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss. 

And saves us from its snares : 
Its aid in ev'ry duty brings, 
And softens all our cares: 

2 Extinguishes the thirst for sin, 

And lights the sacred fire 
Of love to G 1, and heav'rily things,. 

And feedc Le pure desire. 
3 

The wounded conscience knows its pow'r* 

The healing balm to give ; 
That 1 aim, the saddest heart can cheer. 
And make the dying live. 

4 Wide it unveils celestial worlds, 

Where deathless pleasures reign } 
And bids us seek our portion there, 
Nor bids us seek in vain. 

161. C. M. Doddridge. 
Living while in the flesh by faith in Christ. Gal. ii. 20. 

1 Our Jesus, while in mortal flesh 

We hold our frail abode ; 
Still would our spirits rest on thee, 
Our Saviour and our God. 

2 By hourly faith in thee we live 

'Midst all our griefs and snares » 



120 HOPE. 

And death, encounter'd in thy sight, 
No form of horror wears. 

3 Yes, thou hast lov'd this sinful world, 

Hast giv'n thyself for us ; 
Hast bought us from eternal death, 
Naii'd to the bloody cross. 

4 On that dear cross we fix our eyes, 

Then raise them to thy seat, 
Till love dissolves our inmost soul, 
At our Redeemer's feet. 

5 Be dead, our hearts, to worldly charms, 

Be dead to ev'ry sin ; 
And tell the boldest foes without, 
That Jesus reigns within. 



HOPE. 



162. L. M. Watts. 
Hope in the Covenant. Heb. vi. 17 — 19. 

1 How oft have sin and Satan strove 
To rend our souls from thee, our God ! 
But everlasting is thy love, 

And Jesus seal'd it with his blood. 

2 The oath and promise of the Lord, 
Join to confirm the wond'rous grace ; 
Eternal pow'r performs the word, 
And fills all heav'n with endless praise 



HOPE, 121 

3 Amidst temptations sharp and long. 
Our souls to this dear refuge fly ; 
Hope is our anchor firm and strong, 
Till tempests cease and billows die. 

4 The gospel bears our spirits up : 
A faithful and unchanging God 
Laid the foundation for our hope r 
In oaths, and promises, and blood. 

163. C. M. Watts. 

Hope of heaven by the resurrection of Christ. 
1 Pet. i. 3—5. 

1 Bless'd be the everlasting God, 

The Father of our Lord : 
Be his abounding mercy prais'd, 
His majesty ador'd. 

2 When from the dead he rais'd his Son, 

And call'd him to the sky ; 

He gave our souls a lively hope 

That they should never die. 

3 What though our inbred sins require 

Our flesh to see the dust ; 
Yet as the Lord our Saviour rose, 
So all his foll'wers must. 

4 There's an inheritance divine, 

Reserv'd against that day ; 
'Tis uncorrupted, undefil'd, 
And cannot fade aw a v. 

5 Saints by the pow'r of God are kept, 

Till the salvation come ; 
11 



122 HOPE. 

We walk by faith, as strangers here, 
Till Christ shall call us home. 

164. L. M. Watts. 

Courage in death, and hope of the resurrection. Ps. xvi. 

1 When God is nigh, our faith is strong, 
His arm is our almighty prop : 

Be glad our heart, rejoice our tongue, 
Our dying flesh shall rest in hope. 

2 Though in the dust we lay our head, 
Yet, gracious Lord, thou wilt not leave 
Our souls for ever with the dead, 

Nor lose thy children in the grave. 

3 Our flesh shall thy first call obey, 
Shake off the dust, and rise on high ; 
Then shalt thou lead the wond'rous way, 
Up to thy throne above the sky. 

4 There streams of endless pleasure flow ; 
xlnd full discoveries of thy grace, 
(Which we but tasted here below) 
Spread heav'nly joys through all the place. 

165. L. M. Steele. 

Hope encouraged by a view of the Divine Perfections. 
1 Sam. xxx. 6. 

1 Why sinks our weak desponding mind ? 
Why heave our hearts the anxious sigh ? 
Can sov'reign goodness be unkind 1 
Are we not safe when God is nigh ? 

2 He holds all nature in his hand, 
That gracious hand, on which we live, 



HOPE. J 23 

Does life, and time, and death command, 
And has immortal joys to give. 

3 'Pis he supports our fainting frame ; 
On him alone our hopes recline ; 
The wond'rous glories of his name, 
How wide they spread, how bright they shine! 

4 Infinite wisdom ! boundless pow'r ! 
Unchanging faithfulness and love ! 
Here let us trust, while we adore, 
Nor from our refuse e'er remove. 

5 Forgive our doubts, O gracious Lord ! 
And ease the sorrows of our breast ; 
Speak to our souls the cheering word, 
That we are thine ; we then are blest. 

166. C. M. Heginbothom. 

Good Hope through Grace. 

1 Come humble souls, ye mourners come, 

And wipe away your tears : 
Adieu to all your sad complaints, 
Your sorrows and your fears. 

2 Come, shout aloud the Father's grace, 

And sing the Saviour's love : 
Soon shall you join the glorious theme, 
In loftier strains above. 

3 Thanks to our God for ev'ry gift 

His bounteous hands bestow ; 
And thanks eternal for that love 
Whence all those comforts flow. 



124 HOPE. 

4 For ever let our grateful hearts 
His bount'ous grace adore ; 
Which gives ten thousand blessings now. 
And bids us hope for more. 

*5 Transporting hope ! still on our souls 
May his sweet glories shine, 
Till all our pow'rs are lost in joys 
Immortal, and divine. 

167. 7s. Cennick. 
Rejoicing in hope, Rom xii. 12. Luke xii. 32. 

1 Children of the heav'nly King, 
As ye journey, sweetly sing ; 
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise, 
Glorious in his works and ways. 

2 Ye are trav'ling home to God, 
In the way the father's trod ; 
They are happy now, and ye 
Soon their happiness shall see. 

3 Shout, ye little flock, and blest ! 
You on Jesus' throne shall rest ; 
There your seat is now prepar'd, 
There your kingdom and reward. 

4 Fear not, brethren, joyful stand 
On the borders of your land ; 
Jesus Christ, the Father's Son, 
Bids you, undismay'd, go on. 

5 Lord ! submissive make us go, 
Gladly leaving all below"; 



love. 125 

Only thou our leader be, 
And we still will follow thee. 

168. C. M. Coombes. 
Flying to Christ under trouble. Heb. ii. 18. 

1 In ev'ry trouble, sharp and strong, 

Our souls to Jesus fly : 
Our anchor — hope is firm in him, 
When swelling billows rise. 

2 His comforts bear our spirits up, 

We trust a faithful God ; 
The sure foundation of our hope 
Is in a Saviour's blood. 

3 Loud hallelujahs sing, our souls, 

To the Redeemer's name ; 
In joy, in sorrow, life and death, 
His love is still the same. 



liOVE. 



169. C. M. Watts. 
Love to God. 

Happy the heart where graces reign, 
Where love inspires the breast : 

Love is the brightest of the train, 
And strengthens ail the rest. 

Knowledge, alas ! 'tis all in vain, 
And all in vain our fear ; 



126 LOVE. 

Our stubborn sins will fight and reign, 
If love be absent there. 

3 'Tis love that makes our cheerful feet 

In swift obedience move ; 
The devils know, and tremble too ; 
But Satan cannot love. 

4 This is the grace that lives and sings, 

When faith and hope shall cease : 
'Tis this shall strike our joyful strings 
In the sweet realms of bliss. 

5 Before we quite forsake our clay, 

Or leave this dark abode, 
The wings of love bears us away 
To see our smiling God. 

170. 8s. Francis. 
Supreme love to Christ. 

1 Our gracious Redeemer we love, 
His praises aloud we'll proclaim ; 
And join with the armies above, 
To shout his adorable name : 
To gaze on thy glories divine, 
Be, Lord, our eternal employ ; 
To feel them incessantly shine, 
Our boundless, ineffable joy. 

2 He freely redeem'd, with his blood, 
Our souls from the confines of hell ; 
To live on the smiles of our God, 
And in his sw r eet presence to dwell : 



--3LOVE, 1 27 

To shine with the angels of light, 
With saints and with seraphs to sing ; 
To view, with eternal delight, 
Our Jesus, our Saviour, our King. 

3 Ye palaces, sceptres, and crowns. 
Your pride with disdain we survey ; 
Your pomps are hut shadows and sounds, 
And pass in a moment away : 
The crown that our Saviour hestows, 
Yon permanent sun shall outshine ; 
Our joy everlastingly flows, 
Through realms of ineffable day. 

171. S. M. Watts. 

Christ unseen and beloved. 1 Pet. i. 8. 

i Not with our mortal eyes 
Have we beheld the Lord, 
Yet we rejoice to hear his name, 
And love him in his word. 

2 On earth we want the sight 
Of our Redeemer's face, 

Yet, Lord, our inmost thoughts delight 
To dwell upon thy grace. 

3 And when we taste thy love, 
Our joys divinely grow 

Unspeakable, like those above, 
And heav'n begins below. 

172. C. M. -Doddridge. 
Christ Beloved, and precious to the Believer. 1 Pet, ii. 7 

1 Jesus, we love thy charming name, 
'Tis music to our ear ; 



128 LOVE. 

Fain would we sound it out so loud, 
That earth and heav'n might hear. 

2 Yes ; thou art precious to our souls, 

Our life, our joy, our trust : 
Jewels, or gold, compar'd with thee, 
Are toys and sordid dust. 

3 Thy grace shall dwell upon our hearts, 

And shed its fragrance there ; 
To cleanse and heal our various wounds, 
To soothe our ev'ry care. 

4 We'll speak the honours of thy name, 

With our expiring breath ; 
And dying, triumph in thy cross, 
The antidote of death. 

173. S. M. Fawcett. 

Love to the Brethren. 

1 Blest be the tie that binds 
Our hearts in christian love ; 

The fellowship of kindred minds 
Is like to that above. 

2 Before our Father's throne, 
We pour our ardent pray'rs : 

Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, 
Our comforts and our cares. 

3 We share our mutual woes, 
Our mutual burdens bear ; 

And often for each other flows 
The sympathizing tear. 



LOVE. 129 

I When we asunder part, 
It gives us inward pain ; 
But we shall still be join'd in heart, 
And hope to meet again. 

"j This glorious hope revives 
Our courage by the way ; 
While each in expectation lives, 
And longs to see the day. 

5 From sorrow, toil, and pain, 
And sin, we shall be free ; 
And perfect love and friendship reign 
Through 'all eternity. 

174. C. M. Swain. 
Brotherly Love. Ps. cxxxiii. 1. 

1 How sweet, how heav'nly is the sight, 

When those who love the Lord, 
In one another's peace delight, 
And so fulfil his word. 

2 O may we feel each brother's sigh, 

And with him bear a part : 
May sorrows flow from eye to eye, 
And joy from heart to heart. 

3 Free us from envy, scorn, and pride, 

Our wishes fix above ; 
May each his brother's failings hide, 
And show a brother's love. 

4 Let love in one delightful stream, 

Through ev'ry bosom flow ; 



130 LOVE. 

And union sweet, and dear esteem, 
In ev'ry action glow. 

5 Love is the golden chain that binds 
The happy souls above ; 
And he's an heir of heav'n, that finds 
His bosom glow with love. 

175. CM. Watts.. 

Brotherly Love, Psalm cxxxiii. 

1 Lo ! what an entertaining sight, 

Are brethren that agree ; 
Brethren, whose cheerful hearts unite 
In bands of piety. 

2 When streams of love from Christ, the spring, 

Descend to ev^ry soul, 
And heav'nly peace, with balmy wing, 
Shades and bedews the whole. 

3 'Tis like the oil divinely sweet, 

On Aaron's rev'rend head; 
The trickling drops perfum'd his feet, 
And o'er his garments spread. 

4 'Tis pleasant as the morning dews 

That fall on Zion's hill, 
Where God his mildest glory shows, 
And makes his grace distil. 

176. L. M. Watts. 

Christian Love. Rom. xiv. 17. 19. 

1 Not difF'rent food nor diff'rent dress, 
Compose the kingdom of our Lord ; 



LOVE. i 

But peace, and joy, and righteousness, 
Faith and obedience to his word. 

2 When weaker brethren we despise, 
We do the gospel mighty wrong : 
For God, the gracious and the wise, 
Receives the feeble with the strong. 

3 Let pride and wrath be banish'd hence, 
Meekness and love our souls pursue ; 
Nor should our practice give offence 
To saints, the Gentile, or the Jew. 

177. S. M. Beddome. 

Christian Love. Gal. iii. 28. 

1 Let party names no more 
The christian world o'erspread ; 

Gentile and Jew, and bond and free, 
Are one in Christ, their head. 

2 Among the saints on earth, 
Let mutual love abound ; 

Heirs of the same inheritance, 
Should be in union found. 

3 Let envy, child of hell, 

Be banish'd from our sight ; 
Those should in strictest friendship dwell* 
Who in the Lord delight. 

4 Thus will the church below 
Resemble that above, 

Where streams of pleasure ever flow* 
And ev'ry heart is love* 



132 LOVE. 

118. CM. Doddridge. 
Love to our Enemies. Luke xxiii. 34. 

1 Aloud we sing the wond'rous grace, 

Christ to his murd'rers bare; 
Which made the tort'ring cross its throne, 
And hung its trophies there. 

2 " Father, forgive !" his mercy cry'd, 

With his expiring breath ; 
And drew eternal blessings down, 
On those who wrought his death. 

3 Jesus, this wond'rous love we sing ! 

And, whilst we sing, admire ; 
Breathe on our souls, and kindle there 
The same celestial fire. 

4 Sway'd by thy dear example, we 

For enemies will pray : 
With love, their hatred, and their curse, 
With blessings, we'll repay. 

179. L. M. Brown. 
Love to all Mankind. 

1 O God, our Saviour and our King, 
Of all we have, or hope, the spring ! 
Send down thy Spirit from above, 
And warm our hearts with holy love. 

2 With pity let our breasts o'erflow, 
When we behold a wretch in wo, 
And bear a sympathizing part 
With all who are of heavy heart. 



LOVE, 133 

3 Yea, should our neighbour spiteful prove, 
Still let us vanquish spite with love ; 
Slow to resent, though he would grieve, 
But always ready to forgive. 

4 Let love in all our conduct shine, 

An image fair, though faint, to thine : 
Let us thine humble foll'wers prove, 
Father of grace, and God of love ! 



180. L. M. Watts. 
Religion vain without Love, 1 Cor. xiii. 1 — 3. 

1 Had we the tongues of Greeks and Jews, 
And nobler speech than angels use, 

If love be absent, we are found 
Like tinkling brass, an empty sound. 

2 Were we inspir'd to preach and tell 
All that is done in heav'n and hell ; 
Or could our faith the w r orld remove, 
Still we are nothing without love. 

3 Should we distribute all our store, 
To relieve the suffering poor, 

Or give our bodies to the flame, 
To gain a martyr's glorious name : 

4 If love to God and love to men 
Be absent, all our hopes are vain ; 
Nor tongues, nor gifts, nor fiery zeal* 
The work of love can e'er fulfil. 

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134 LOVE. 

181. CM. Stennett. 
All attainments vain without love. 1 Cor. xiii. 1 — 3. 

1 Should bounteous nature kindly pour, 

Her richest gifts on me; 
Still, O my God, I should be poor, 
If void of love to thee. 

2 Not shining wit, nor manly sense, 

Could make us truly good ; 
Not zeal itself could recompense, 
The want of love to God. 

3 Did we possess the gift of tongues, 

But were without that grace ; 
Our loudest words, our loftiest songs, 
Would be but sounding brass. 

4 Though thou should'st give us heav'nly skill, 

Each myst'ry to explain ; 
If we'd no heart to do thy will, 
Our knowledge would be vain. 

5 Had we so strong a faith, O God, 

As mountains to remove ; 
No faith can do us any good, 
That does not work by love. 

6 What though, to gratify our pride, 

And make our heav'n secure, 
All our possessions we divide 
Among the hungry poor : 

7 What though our bodies we consign, 

To the devouring flame, 
In hopes the glorious deed will shine, 
In rolls of endless fame ! 



CHRISTIAN GRACES. 135 

S These splendid acts of vanity, 
Though all the world applaud ; 
If destitute of charity, 

Can never please our God. 

9 O grant us, then, this one request, 
And we'll be satisfy'd ; 
That love divine may rule our breast, 
And all our actions guide. 

182. CM. Needham. 

The armour of God. Eph. vi. 11 — 17. 

1 Stand up, ye saints, and boldly inarch 

Against your mighty foes ; 
For Jesus fought the hosts of hell, 
And conquer'd when he rose. 

2 Put on the armour of the Lord, 

With truth gird up your loins ; 
No earthly armour is so bright, 
Or with such lustre shines. 

3 Stand fast in ev'ry evil day, 

Stand, and your foes defy ; 
Victorious faith shall gain the field, 
And all your foes shall fly. 

4 Fear not, your Leader has subdu'd 

The pow'rs of death and hell ; 
Dying, he conquer'd all his foes, 
And triumph'd when he fell. 

5 From heav'n, see Jesus holds to view 

A bright immortal crown ; 



136 CHRISTIAN GRACES. 

Fight on, for this shall grace your brow, 
Whene'er your warfare's done. 

183. S. M. Weslev. 
"Put on the whole armour of God." Eph, vi. 11. 

1 Soldiers of Christ, arise, 
And put your armour on ; 

Strong in the strength which God supplies, 
In his beloved Son. 

2 Strong in the Lord of hosts, 
And mighty in his pow'r ; 

Who in the strength of Jesus trusts 
Is more than conqueror. 

3 Put on then, for the fight, 
The armour of your God ; 

And, trusting in your Leader's might, 
Pursue the path he trod. 

4 Lord, grant, that all things done, 
And all our conflicts past, 

We may o'ercome, through thee alone, 
And stand entire at last. 



184. 148th. 
Hiough faint, yet pursuing. Judges viii. 4, 5, 

Soldiers of Christ, arise, 
And put your armour on ; 
Engage your enemies, 
Let ev'ry fear be gone : 



CHRISTIAN GRACES. 137 

Now take the field, the fight renew, 
And never yield, though faint, pursue. 

2 Though sin, and death, and hell, 
Your heav'nly march oppose ; 
Fear not, it shall be well, 

God will confound your foes : 
Go on, ye saints, the fight renew, 
And Gideon like, though faint, pursue. 

3 Ne'er lay your weapons down, 
'Till death shall close the strife ; 
'Till you receive a crown 

Of everlasting life : 
On God depend, the fight renew, 
As Gideon conquer'd, so shall you. 

4 Come feed on heav'nly bread, 
'Twill make you strong to fight ; 
God will supply your need, 
And put your foes to flight : 

His arm is strong, his word is true, 
Ye saints, go on, though faint, pursue. 

185. L. M. 

Benevolence. 

1 what stupendous mercy shines 
Around the Majesty of heav'n ! 
Rebels, he deigns to call his sons, 
Their souls renew'd, their sins forgiv'n. 

2 Go, imitate the grace divine, 
The grace that blazes like a sun ; 
Hold forth your fair, though feeble light, 
Through all your lives let mercy run. 

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188 CHRISTIAN C4RACES. 

3 Upon your bounty's willing wings 
Swift let the kind assistance fiy ; 
The hungry feed, the naked clothe ; 
To pain and sickness help apply. 

4 Pity the weeping widow's wo, 
And be her counsellor and stay ; 
Adopt the fatherless, and sooth 
The much afflicted on their way. 

5 When all is done, renounce your deeds, 
Renounce self- righteousness with scorn;' 
Thus will you glorify your God, 

And thus the Christian name adorn. 

186. CM. Barbauld. 

Benevolence. 

1 Bless'd is the man whose soft'ning heart, 

Feels all another's pain ; 
To whom the supplicating eye 
Was never rais'd in vain. 

2 Whose breast expands with gen'rous warmth 

A stranger's woes to feel ; 
And bleeds in pity o'er the wound 
He wants the pow'r to heal. 

3 He spreads his kind supporting arms, 

To ev'ry child of grief; 
His secret bounty largely flows, 
And brings unask'd relief. 

4 To gentle offices of love 

His feet are never slow ; 
He views, through mercy's melting eye, 
A brother in a foe. 



CHRISTIAN GRACES, 139 

187. C. M. Watts. 
Confidence. 2 Tim. i. 12, 

1 We 're not asham'd to own our Lord, 

Or to defend his cause, 
Maintain the honour of his word, 
The glory of his cross. 

2 Jesus, our Lord, we know thy name, 

Thy name is all our trust : 
Nor wilt thou put our souls to shame, 
Nor let our hope be lost. 

3 Firm as thy throne thy promise stands, 

And thou canst well secure, 
What we've committed to thy hands 
Till the decisive hour. 

4 Then thou wilt all thy servants own 

Before the Father's face, 
And in the new Jerusalem 
Appoint our souls a place. 

188. L. M. Beddome. 

Contentment. Pro v. xxx. 7- — 9. 

1 Fountain of blessing ever bless'd, 
Enriching all, of all possess'd, 

By whom the whole creation's fed, 
Give us, each day, our daily bread. 

2 To thee our very life we owe, 
From thee do all our comforts flow ; 
And ev'ry blessing which we need 
Must from thy bounteous hand proceed. 



140 CHRISTIAN GRACES. 

3 Great things are not what we desire, 
Nor dainty meat, nor rich attire ; 
Content with little would we be, 

That little, Lord, must come from thee* 

4 While wicked men with all their store, 
Are ever grasping after more ; 

With Agur's wish we're satisfy'd, 
Nor grudge them all the world beside. 

189. C. M. Ryland. 

Delight in God. Ps. xxxvii. 4. 

1 O Lord, we would delight in thee, 

And on thy care depend ; 
To thee in ev'ry trouble flee, 
Our best, our only friend. 

2 When all created streams are dry'd, 

Thy fulness is the same ; 
May we with this be satisfy'd, 
And glory in thy name. 

P Why should the soul a drop bemoan, 
Who has a fountain near ; 
A fountain which will ever run 
With waters sweet and clear ? 

4 O, that we had but stronger faith, 

To look within the veil, 
To credit what the Saviour saith, 
Whose word can never fail ! 

5 Lord, we cast our care on thee, 

We triumph and adore ; 



CHRISTIAN GRACES. 141 

Henceforth our great concern shall be, 
To love and please thee more. 

190. S. M. Doddridge. 

Diligence and holy zeal. Luke xiii. 35 — 38. 

1 Ye servants of the Lord, 
Each in his office wait ; 

Observant of his heav'nly word, 
And watchful at his gate. 

2 Let all your lamps be bright, 
And trim the golden flame ; 

Gird up your loins, as in his sight, 
For awful is his name. 

3 Watch, 'tis your Lord's command, 
And while we speak, he's near ; 

Mark the first signal of his hand, 
And ready all appear. 

4 O hap*py servant he, 

In such a posture found ! 
He shall his Lord with rapture see, 
And be with honour crown'd. 

5 Christ shall the banquet spread, 
With his own bounteous hand ; 

And raise that faithful servant's head. 
Amidst th' angelic band. 

191. CM. Beddome. 

Diligence and holy zeal. 

1 While carnal men, with all their might, 
Earth's vanities pursue, 



142 CHRISTIAN GRACES. 

How slow th' advances which we make, 
With heav'n itself in view. 

2 Inspire our souls with holy zeal ; 

Great God, our love inflame ! 
Religion, without zeal and love, 
Is but an empty name. 

3 To gain the top of Zion's hill, 

We would with fervour strive ; 
And all those pow'rs employ for thee, 
Which we from thee derive. 



192. C. M. Watts. 

Fortitude. 1 Cor. xvi. 13. 

1 Are we the soldiers of the cross, 

The foll'wers of the Lamb 1 
And shall we fear to own his cause, 
Or blush to speak his name 1 

2 Must we be carried to the skies, 

On flow'ry beds of ease ; 
While others fought to win the prize, 
And saiPd through bloody seas 1 

3 Are there no foes for us to face 1 

Must we not stem the flood? 
Is this vain world a friend to grace, 
To help us on to God ? 

4 Sure we must fight, if we would reign ; 

Increase our courage, Lord ! 
We'll bear the toil, endure the pain, 
Supported by thy word. 



CHRISTIAN GRACES. 143 

5 Thy saints in all this glorious war, 

Shall conquer though they're slain ; 
They see the triumph from afar, 
And shall with Jesus reign. 

6 When that illustrious day shall rise, 

And all thine armies shine ; 
One blissful song shall rend the skies, 
The glory, Lord, is thine. 



193. C. M. Watts. 

. Fortitude. 

1 Do we believe what Jesus saith, 
And think the gospel true 1 
Lord, make us bold to own our faith, 
And practise virtue too, 

2 Suppress our shame, subdue our fear ; 

Arm us with heav'nly zeal, 
That we may make thy pow'r appear, 
And works of praise fulfil. 

3 If men should see our virtues shine, 

And spread the same abroad ; 
Thine is the pow'r, the praise is thine, 
Our Saviour and our God. 

4 Thus when the saints in glory meet, 

Their lips proclaim thy grace ; 
They cast their honours at thy feet, 
And own their borrow'd rays. 



144 CHRISTIAN GRACES. 

194. C. M. Fawcett. 

Godliness. 1 Tim. iv. 8. 

1 How vast the blessings, how divine, 

From godliness which flow ! 
Not men, nor angels, should they join. 
Can half its value show ! 

2 Ten thousand comforts it procures 

To Christians, while on earth ; 
It endless happiness secures, 
And frees from endless death. 

3 God, for himself, hath set apart 

The godly, whom he loves : 
They have a place within his heart ; 
Their conduct he approves. 

4 A glorious kingdom, and a crown, 

Christ will on such bestow ; 
In them the seeds of bliss are sown, 
And fruits of glory grow. 

195. L. M. 

Gratitude to Christ, 

1 To him who on the fatal cross, 
Pour'd out his blood, his life, for us ; 
In grateful strains our voice we'll raise. 
And in his service spend our days. 

2 To list'ning multitudes we'll tell 
How he redeemed our souls from hell ; 
And how, reposing on his breast, 

We lost our cares, and found our rest, 



CHRISTIAN GRACES. 145 

3 Through him our sins are all forgiv'n, 
He ever pleads our cause in heav'n ; 
We'll build an altar to his name, 
And to the world his grace proclaim. 

196. CM. 

Gratitude, 

1 Ye saints of ev'ry rank, with joy ? 

To God your off 'rings bring ; 
Let towns and cities, hills, and vales, 
With loud hosannas ring. 

2 Let him receive the glory due 

To his exalted name ; 
With thankful hearts and voices rais'd. 
His wond'rous deeds proclaim. 

3 Praise him in elevated strains, 

And make the world to know, 
How great the Master whom you serve, 
And yet how gracious too. 

197. L. M. Watts. 

Holiness. Tit. ii. 10— 13. 

1 So let our lips and lives express 
The holy gospel we profess : 

So let our works and virtues shine, 
To prove the doctrine all divine. 

2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad 
The honours of our Saviour God ; 
When the salvation reigns within, 
And grace subdues the pow'r of sin. 

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146 CHRISTIAN GRACES. 

3 Our flesh and sense must be deny'd, 
Passion and envy, lust and pride ; 
While justice, temp'rance,, truths and love s 
Our inward piety approve. 

4 Religion bears our spirits up, 
While we expect that blessed hope,. 
The bright appearance of the Lord, 
And faith stands leaning on his word~ 

198. C. M. Gibbons. 
Holiness. Heb. xiiu 20, 21. 

1 Now may the God of peace and love, 

Who from th' impris'ning grave 
Restor'd the Shepherd of the sheep, 
Omnipotent to save, 

2 Through the rich merits of that bloody 

Which he on Calv'ry spilt, 
To make the gospel cov'nant sure, 
On which our hopes are built, 

3 Perfect our souls in ev'ry grace 

T' accomplish all his will ; 
And all that's pleasing in his sight 
Inspire us to fulfil ! 

4 For the great Mediator's sake r 

We ev'ry blessing pray ; 
With glory let his name be crown'd 
Through heav'n's eternal day ! 

199. C. M. Wesley. 

Holiness. 

1 Let him to whom we now belong. 
His sov'reign right assert ; 



CHRISTIAN GRACES. 147 

And take up ev'ry thankful song, 
And ev'ry loving heart. 

2 He justly claims us for his own, 

Who bought us with a price ; 
The Christian lives to Christ alone, 
To Christ alone he dies. 

3 Jesus, thine own at last receive, 

Fulfil our heart's desire ; 
And let us to thy glory live, 
And in thy cause expire* 

4 Our souls and bodies we resign ; 

With joy we render thee 
Our all, no longer ours, but thine, 
To all eternity. 

200. L. M. Scott. 
Humility. 

i Was pride, alas, e'er made for man] 
Blind, erring, guilty creature he; 
His birth so mean, his life a span, 
His wisdom less than vanity. 

2 Though wealth and pow'r, with dazzling 

rays, 
And pageant state this nothing dress ; 
On the fair idol shall we gaze, 
And envy that as happiness? 

3 Jesus, by thy instructions taught, 
Our foolish passions are repress'd ; 
We blush at our misguided thought, 
Aud see and call the humble bless'd. 



148 CHRISTIAN GRACES. 

4 To know ourselves, to learn of thee, 
And bend our necks beneath thy yoke : 
Thus dictates true humility, 
To practise what our God has spoke* 

201. C. M. Watts. 

Humility. Ps. cxxxi. 

1 Is there ambition in our heart ? 

Search, gracious God, and see ; 
Or do we act a haughty part ? 
Lord, we appeal to thee. 

2 We charge our thoughts, be humble still* 

And all our carriage mild ; 
Content, our Father, with thy will. 
And quiet as a child. 

8 The patient soul, the lowly mind, 
Shall have a large reward ; 
Let saints in sorrow lie resigned, 
And trust a faithful Lord. 

202. 7s. 

Humility. 

1 Lord, if thou thy grace impart, 
Poor in spirit, meek in heart, 
We shall, as our Master, be 
Rooted in humility. 

2 Simple, teachable, and mild ; 
Waiting, as a little child : 
Pleas'd with all the Lord provides,, 
Wean'd from all the world besides 



CHRISTIAN GRACES, H9 

3 Father, fix our souls on thee ; 
Ev'ry evil let us flee ; 
Nothing want, beneath, above, 
Happy in thy precious love. 

4 O that all may seek, and find 
Ev'ry good in Jesus join'd ! 
Kim let Isr'ei still adore, 
Trust him, praise him evermore. 

203. S. M. Doddridge. 
Humility. Ps. cxlix. 4. 

1 Ye humble souls, rejoice, 
And cheerful praises sing ; 

Wake all your harmony of voice, 
For Jesus is your King. 

2 He brings salvation near, 

For which his blood was paid : 
How beauteous shall your souls appear, 
Thus sumptuously array'd ! 

5 That meek and lowly Lord, 
Whom here your souls have known, 

Pledges the honour of his word 
T' avow you for his own. 

I Salvation, Lord, is thine, 
And all thy saints confess, 
The royal robes, in which they shine, 
Were wrought by sov'reign grace. 

204. S. M. Watts. 

Joy. 
I Come, we that love the Lord, 
And let our joys be known ; 



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150 CHRISTIAN GRACES. 

Join in a song with sweet accord, 
And thus surround the throne. 

2 The sorrows of the mind 
Be banish'd from this place ; 

Religion never was design'd 
To make our pleasures less. 

3 Let those refuse to sing 
That never knew our God : 

But fav'rites of the heav'nly King 
May speak their joys abroad. 

4 The men of grace have found 
Glory begun below ; 

Celestial fruits on earthly ground, 
From faith and hope may grow. 

5 The hill of Zion yields 

A thousand sacred sweets, 
Before we reach the heav'nly fields, 
Or walk the golden streets. 

6 Then let our songs abound, 
And ev'ry tear be dry ; 

We're marching through Immanuel's ground, 
To fairer worlds on high. 



205. S. M. Doddridge. 

Joy. 

Now let our voices join 
To form a sacred song ; 
We, pilgrims in Jehovah's ways, 
With praises pass along. 



CHRISTIAN GRACES, 151 

How strait the path appears, 
How open and how fair ! 
No lurking snares entrap our feet, 
No fierce destroyer there. 

But flow'rs of paradise 
In rich profusion spring ; 
The Sun of glory gilds the path, 
And dear companions sing. 

See ! Salem's golden spires 
In beauteous prospect rise ; 
And brighter crowns than mortals wear, 
Are sparkling through the skies. 

All honour to his name, 
Who marks the shining way ; 
And safely leads the pilgrims on 
To realms of endless day. 



206. L. M. Gibbons. 
Patience. Luke xxi. 19. 

1 Patience ! O, 'tis a grace divine ! 
Sent from the God of pow'r and love, 
Submissive to its Father's hand, 

As through the wilds of life we rove. 

2 By patience, we serenely bear 
The troubles of our mortal state, 
And wait contented our discharge, 
Nor think our glory comes too late. 

3 Though we, in full sensation, feel 

The weight, the wounds, our God ordains, 



152 CHRISTIAN GRACES, 

We smile amidst our heaviest woes, 
And triumph in our sharpest pains. 

4 O for this grace ! to aid us on, 
And arm with fortitude the breast, 
Till life's tumultuous voyage o'er, 
We reach the shores of endless rest ! 

6 Faith into vision shall resign ; 
Hope shall in full fruition die ; 
And patience in possession end, 
In the bright worlds of bliss on high. 

207. L. M. Stennett. 

Perseverance desired. 

1 Jesus, our Saviour, and our God, 
Thou hast redeem'd us with thy blood ; 
By ties, both nat'ral and divine, 

We trust, we ever shall be thine. 

2 But ah ! should our inconstant heart, 
Ere we ? re aware, from thee depart ; 
What dire reproach would on us be, 
For such ingratitude to thee ! 

3 The thought we dread, the crime we hate ; 
The guilt, the shame we deprecate : 

And yet, so mighty are our foes, 
We dare not trust our warmest vows. 

4 Pity our frailty, dearest Lord ! 
Grace in the needful hour afford : 

O steel these tim'rous hearts of thine 
With fortitude and love divine. 



CHRISTIAN GRACES. 15 

5 Then shall we triumph o'er our fears. 
And gather joys from all our tears ; 
Then shall we to the world proclaim 
The honours of the Christian name, 

208. C. M. Fawcett. 

Perseverance. 

1 Lord, hast thou made us know thy ways ? 

Conduct us in thy fear ; 
And grant us such supplies of grace, 
That we may persevere. 

2 O never let us turn aside, 

Nor leave the path divine : 
Let faith, and love, and zeal abide ; 
Let patience ne'er decline. 

3 Supported by a lively hope, 

May we the storms endure ; 
Let sov'reign mercy hold us up, 
And we shall walk secure. 

4 Should all the pow'rs of darkness strive, 

Our peace to discompose ; 
Upheld by thee, our souls shall live 
Triumphant o'er our foes. 

5 Be thou our all- sufficient friend, 

Till all these toils shall cease ; 
Guard us through life, and let our end 
Be everlasting peace. 

209. S. M. Watts. 

Persevering Grace. Jude 24, 25. 
] To God the only wise, 

Our Saviour and our King ; 



154 CHRISTIAN GRACES. 

Let all the saints below the skies, 
Their humble praises bring. 

2 'Tis his almighty love, 
His counsel and his care, 
Preserv-es us safe from sin and death, 
And ev'ry hurtful snare. 

S He will present our souls 
Unblemish'd and complete, 
Before the glory of his face, 
With joys divinely great. 

4 Then all the chosen seed 
Shall meet around the throne ; 

Shall bless the conduct of his grace, 
And make his wonders known. 

5 To our Redeemer-God, 
Wisdom and pow'r belongs, 

Immortal crowns of majesty, 
And everlasting songs. 

210. C. M. Doddridge. 

The Christian Race. Philip, iii. 12 — 14. 

1 Awake, our souls, stretch ev'ry nerve : 

And press with vigour on : 
A heav'nly race demands our zeal, 
And an immortal crown. 

2 What clouds of witnesses, unseen, 

Encompass us around ! 
Men, once like us by suffering try'd, 
But now with glory crown'd. 



CHRISTIAN GRACES. 155 

3 Let us, with zeal like theirs inspir'd, 

Pursue the Christian race ; 
And, freed from each incumbering weight, 
Their holy footsteps trace. 

4 Behold a witness nobler still, 

Affliction's path who trod ; 

Jesus, our Leader and Reward, 

Our Saviour and our God. 

5 Bless'd Saviour ! introduc'd by thee, 

Have we our race begun ; 
And, crown'd with vict'ry, at thy feet 
We'll lay our laurels down. 

211. L. M. Watts. 
The Christian Race. Is. xl. 28—31. 

1 Awake, our souls, away our fears, 
Let ev'ry trembling thought be gone i 
Awake, and run the heav'nly race, 
And put a cheerful courage on. 

2 True, 'tis a strait and thorny path, 
And mortal spirits tire and faint ; 
But they forget the mighty God, 
That feeds the strength of ev'ry saint. 

3 The mighty God, whose matchless pow'r 
Is ever new and ever young, 

And firm endures, while endless years 
Their everlasting circles run. 

4 From thee, the over-flowing spring, 
Our souls shall drink a fresh supply ; 



156 CHRISTIAN GRACES. 

While such as trust their native strength, 
Shall melt away, and droop and die. 

5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air, 
We'll mount aloft to thine abode ; 
On wings of love our souls shall fly, 
Nor tire amidst the heav'nly road. 

212. C. M. Doddridge. 
Rejoicing. Is. xxxv. 8 — 10. 

1 Sing, ye redeemed of the Lord, 

Your great deliv'rer sing : 
Pilgrims, for Zion's city bound, 
Rejoice in Christ your King. 

2 See the fair way his hand hath rais'd ; 

How holy and how plain ! 
Nor shall the simplest trav'ller err, 
Or ask the track in vain. 

3 No rav'ning lion shall destroy, 

Nor lurking serpent wound : 
Pleasure and safety, peace and praise, 
Through all the path are found. 

4 His hand divine shall lead us on, 

Through all the blissful road ; 
Till to the sacred mount we rise, 
And see our glorious God. 

5 There perfect, never-fading joy, 

Shall bloom on evVy head ; 
While sorrow, sighing, and distress. 
Like shadows, all are fled. 



CHRISTIAN GRACES. 157 

213. L. M. Doddridge, 

Rejoicing in God. Jer. is. 23, 24. 

1 The righteous Lord, supremely great, 
Maintains his universal state ; 
O'er all the earth his pow'r extends ; 
All heav'n before his footstool bends. 



2 Yet justice still with pow'r presides, 
And mercy all his empire guides : 
Mercy and truth are his delight, 
And saints are lovely in his sight. 

3 No more, ye wise ! your wisdom boast ; 
No more, ye strong ! your valour trust ; 
No more, ye rich ! survey your store, 
Elate with heaps of shining ore. 

4 Rejoice, ye saints, in this alone, 
That God, your God, to you is known : 
That you have own'd his sov'reign sway, 
That you have felt his cheering ray. 

5 Our wisdom, wealth, and pow'r, we find 
In one Jehovah all combin'd : 

On him we fix our roving eyes, 
And all our souls in raptures rise. 

214. CM. Watts. 

Repentance and Faith in the Blood of Christ. Ps. li. 14 — 17, 

I O God of mercy ! hear our call, 
Our load of guilt remove ; 
Break down this separating wall 
That bars us from thy love. 
14 



158 CHRISTIAN GRACES. 

2 Give us the presence of thy grace, 

Then our rejoicing tongues 
Shall speak aloud thy righteousness, 
And make thy praise our songs. 

3 No blood of goats, nor heifer slain, 

For sin could e'er atone ; 
The death of Christ shall still remain 
Sufficient, and alone. 

4 A soul opprest with sin's desert, 

Our God will ne'er despise ; 
A humble groan, a broken heart, 
Is our best sacrifice. 

215. CM. Steele. 

Penitence and Hope. 

1 Dear Saviour! when our thoughts recall 

The wonders of thy grace ; 

Low at thy feet asham'd we fall, 

And hide our blushing face. 

2 Shall love like thine be thus repaid 1 

Ah, vile ungrateful heart ! 
By earth's low cares detain'd — betray'd, 
From Jesus to depart. 

3 From Jesus, who alone can give, 

True pleasure, peace, and rest ; 
When absent from our Lord, we live 
Un satisfy 'd, unblest. 

4 But he, for his own mercy's sake, 

Our wand'ring souls restores ; 



CHRISTIAN GRACES. 159 

He bids the mourning heart partake, 
The pardon it implores. 

Oh, while we breathe to thee our Lord, 

The penitential sigh ; 
Confirm the kind forgiving word, 

With pity in thine eye. 



216. L. M. Beddome. 

The Prodigal son ; or, the repenting sinner accepted. 
Luke xv. 32. 

1 The mighty God will not despise, 
The contrite heart for sacrifice ; 

The deep-fetch'd sigh, the secret groan, 
Rises accepted to the throne. 

2 He meets, with tokens of his grace, 
The trembling lip, the blushing face ; 
His bowels yearn when sinners pray ; 
And mercy bears their sins away. 

3 When fill'd with grief, o'erwhelm'd with 

shame, 
He, pitying, heals their broken frame; 
He hears their sad complaints, and spies 
His image in their weeping eyes. 

4 Thus, what a rapt'rous joy possest 
The tender parent's throbbing breast, 
To see his spendthrift son return, 
And hear him his past follies mourn ! 



!G0 CHRISTIAN GRACES. 

217. C. 3\f. Steele. 

The Penitent. 

1 O Thou, whose tender mercy hears 

Contrition's humble sigh ; 
Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears 
From sorrow's weeping eye : 

2 See, low before thy throne of grace, 

We wretch'd wanderers mourn ; 
Hast thou not bid us seek thy face? 
Hast thou not said — Return 1 

3 And shall our guilty fears prevail 

To drive us from thy feet? 
Oh, let not this dear refuge fail^ 
This only safe retreat ! 

4 Oh, shine on ev'ry sinful heart, 

With beams of mercy shine ; 
And let thy healing voice impart 
A taste of joys divine. 

218. C. M. Watts. 
Penitence, and Salvation by Grace. Tit. iii. 3 — 7. 

1 Lord, we confess our num'rous faults, 

How great our guilt has been ! 
Foolish, and vain, were all our thoughts, 
And all our lives were sin. - 

2 But O our souls, for ever praise, 

For ever love his name ; 
Who turns our feet from dang'rous ways 
Of folly, sin, and shame. 



CHRISTIAN GRACES. 161 

3 'Tis not by works of righteousness, 

Which our own hands have done ; 
But we are sav'd by sovereign grace 
Abounding through his Son. 

4 Rais'd from the dead, we live anew; 

And justify 'd by grace, 
We shall appear in glory too, 
And see our Father's face. 



219. C. M. Beddome. 

Resignation. 

1 Our times of sorrow and of joy, 

Great God, are in thine hand ; 
Our choicest comforts come from thee, 
And go at thy command. 

2 If thou should'st take them all away, 

Yet would we not repine ; 
Before they were possess'd by us, 
They were entirely thine. 

3 Nor would we drop a murm'ring word, 

Though the whole world were gone ; 
But seek enduring happiness, 
In thee and thee alone. 

4 What is the world with all its store ? 

*Tis but a bitter sweet; 
When we attempt a rose to pluck, 
A pricking thorn we meet. 

5 Here perfect bliss can ne'er be found. 

The honey's mixt with gall ; 



162 CHRISTIAN GRACES. 

'Midst changing scenes and dying friends, 
Be thou our all in all. 

220. C. M. Greene. 
Resignation. 1 Sam. lit. 18, 

1 It is the Lord — enthroned in light, 

Whose claims are all divine; 
Yes, gracious God, take what thou please, 
To thee we all resign. 

2 It is the Lord, who gives us all 

Our wealth, our friends, our ease ; 
And, of his bounties, may recall 
Whatever part he please. 

3 It is the Lord, should we distrust, 

Or contradict his will ? 
Who cannot do but what is just, 
And must be righteous still ! 

4 It is the Lord, who can sustain 

Beneath th' heaviest load ; 
From whom, assistance we obtain 
To tread the thorny road. 

5 It is the Lord, whose matchless skill, 

Can from afflictions, raise 
Matter eternity to fill 

With ever-growing praise. 

221. 104th. Fawcett. 
Resignation and Confidence. 

1 Fantastic delights no more we desire, 
To infinite heights our wishes aspire ; 



CHRISTIAN GRACES. 163 

Lord, thou art our treasure, our portion and 

choice ; 
And in thy good pleasure our souls shall rejoice. 

2 The world we resign, and all it can give, 
Lord, if we are thine, securely we live ^ 

If thou art our Saviour, in thee v/e have all; 
We're blest in thy favour, whate'er us befall. 

3 In all our distress thy mercy is near, 

Our griefs to redress, and vanquish our fear; 
For thou art omniscient, each danger to spy, 
And God all-sufficient our needs to supply. 

4 When earth can afford no comfort or ease, 
We find in thy word celestial peace ; 

If all the creation upon us should frown, 
Thy glorious salvation our wishes will crown. 

222. C. M. Steele. 

Submission. Heb. xii. 7. 

1 And can our hearts aspire so high, 

To say, Our Father, God ! 
Lord, at thy feet we fain would lie, 
And learn to kiss the rod. 

2 We would submit to all thy will, 

For thou art good and wise ; 
Let ev'ry anxious thought be still, 
Nor one faint murmur rise. 

5 Thy love can cheer the darksome gloom, 

And bid us wait serene ; 
Till hopes and joys immortal bloom, 
And brighten all the scene. 



164 CHRISTIAN GRACES 

4 Our Father, O permit our hearts 
To plead their humble claim, 
And ask the bliss thy word imparts, 
In our Redeemer's name. 

223. C. M. Merrick. 

Submission. 

1 Lord, hast thou calPd us by thy grace, 

And form'd our hearts anew : 
And are these joys which now we taste, 
The pledge of glory too 1 

2 We leave inferior things with thee, 

Since thou hast won our heart ; 
Whatever, Lord, is good for us, 
Do thou that good impart. 

3 Not to our wish, but to our wants, 

Do thou thy gifts apply; 
Unask'd-for good, Lord, to us grant. 
What's ill, though ask'd, deny 

224. C. M. Haweis 

Submission. Job. i. 21. 

1 Submissive to thy will, O God, 

We all to thee resign, 
And bow before thy chast'ning rod ; 
We mourn, but not repine. 

2 Why should our foolish hearts complain, 

When wisdom, truth, and love 
Direct the stroke, inflict the pain, 
And point to joys above. 



CHRISTIAN GRACES. 165 

3 How short are all our sufferings here, 

How needful ev'ry cross ; 
Away, our unbelieving fears, 
Nor call our gain, our loss. 

4 Then give, dear Lord, or take away. 

We'll bless thy sacred name ; 
Our Jesus, yesterday, to-day, 
For ever is the same. 

225. C. M. Hoskins. 

Submission. 2 Kings iv. 26. 

1 It shall be well, let sinners know, 

With those who love the Lord ; 
His saints have always found it so, 
By resting on his word. 

2 Peace then, ye chasten'd sons of God ; 

Why let your sorrows swell? 
Wisdom directs your Father's rod ; 
His word says, It is well. 

3 Though like the Shunammite of old ? 

Whose, creature-comforts fell ; 
Like her, let faith be strong and bold, 
And answer, It is well. 

4 Though you may trials sharp endure 

From sin, or death, or foes ; 
Your heav'nly Father's love is sure, 
And therefore, It is well. 

5 Soon will your sorrows all be o'er, 

And you shall sweetly tell 
On Canaan's calm and pleasant shore. 
That all at last is well. 



166 CHRISTIAN GRACES. 

226. L. M. Watts. 

Zeal. 

1 Awake our zeal, awake our love, 
And serve our Saviour here below ; 
In works which all the saints above, 
And holy angels cannot do. 

2 Awake, our charity, to feed 

The hungry soul, and clothe the poor : 
In heav'n are found no sons of need ; 
There, all these duties are no more. 

3 Subdue your passions, O our souls ! 
Maintain your fight, the work pursue ; 
Daily your rising sins control, 

And be your vict'ries ever new. 

4 The land of triumph lies on high, 
There are no foes t' encounter there ; 
Lord, we would conquer till we die, 
And finish all the glorious war. 

5 Let ev'ry flying hour confess, 
We gain thy gospel fresh renown ; 
And when our lives and labours cease 
May we possess the promis'd crown ! 



227. C. M. Watts. 
Zeal and Prudence. Ps. xxxix. 1 — 3. 

Thus we resolve before the Lord : 
Now will we watch our tongues, 

Lest we let slip one sinful word, 
Or do our neighbour wrong. 



CHRISTIAN GRACES. 167 

2 And if we're e'er constrain'd to stay 

With men of lives profane, 
We'll set a double guard that day, 
Nor let our talk be vain. 

3 We'll scarce allow our lips to speak 

The pious thoughts we feel, 
Lest scoffers should th' occasion take, 
To mock our holy zeal. 

4 Yet, if some proper hour appear, 

We'll not be over-aw'd, 
But let the scoffing sinner hear, 
That we can speak for God. 

228. C. M. Beddome. 

Zeal for God; or, Longing for the mind of Christ. 

1 If duty calls, and suff'ring too, 
O Lord ! we'd follow thee ; 
As thou hast done, so would we do ; 
As thou art, we would be. 

8 With zeal inflam'd, 'twas thy delight 
To do thy Father's will ; 
May the same zeal our souls excite, 
Thy precepts to fulfil ! 

3 Meekness, humility, and love, 

Did through thy conduct shine ; 
O, may our whole deportment prove 
A copy, Lord, of thine ! 

4 Depending on thy sov'reign grace, 

We'll tread the heav'nly road ; 



1-68 CHRISTIAN GRACES. 

With willing minds thy footsteps trace, 
Arid climb to thine abode. 

229. C. M. Newton. 

Zeal— true and false. 

1 Zeal is that pure and heav'nly flame, 

That fire which love supplies ; 
While that which often bears the name, 
Is self in a disguise. 

2 True zeal is merciful and mild, 

Can pity and forbear ; 
The false is headstrong, fierce and wild, 
And breathes revenge and war. 

3 While zeal for truth the Christian warms, 

He knows the worth of peace ; 
But self contends for names and forms, 
Its party to increase. 

4 Zeal has attain'd its highest aim, 

Its end is satisfy'd, 
If sinners love the Saviour's name, 
Nor seeks it aught beside. 

5 But self, however well employ'd, 

Has its own ends in view ; 
And says, as boasting Jehu cry'd, 
Come see what I can do. 

6 Dear Lord, the idol self dethrone, 

And from our hearts remove ; 
And let no zeal by us be shown, 
But that which springs from love. 



SINNERS. 169 

230. C. If; Watts. 

Zeal, or the Saint' 's Conquest. 

1 Give us the wings of faith, to rise 

Within the veil, and see 
The saints above, how great their joys, 
How bright their glories be. 

2 Once they were mourning here below, 

And wet their couch with tears ; 
They wrestled hard as we do now, 
With sins, and doubts, and fears. 

3 We ask them whence their vict'ry came? 

They with united breath 
Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb, 
Their triumph to His death. 

4 They mark'd the footsteps that he trod, 

(His zeal inspir'd their breast ;) 
And foil' wing their incarnate God, 
Possess the promis'd rest. 

5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise 

For his own pattern giv'n, 
While the long cloud of witnesses 
Show the same path to heav'n. 



SINNERS. 



231. CM. 

Sinners Addressed. Matt. vii. 13, 14 
1 Sinners, behold that downward road 
Which leads to endless wo ; 
15 



170 SINNERS. 

What multitudes of thoughtless souls, 
The road to ruin go ! 

2 But yonder see that narrow way 

Which leads to endless bliss ; 
And there behold a happy race, 
Redeem'd by sov'reign grace. 

3 They from destruction's city came, 

To Zion upward tend ; 
The Bible is their precious guide, 
And God himself their friend. 

4 Lord, we would now true pilgrims be, 

Guide thou our feet aright ; 
We would not for ten thousand worlds 
Be banish'd from thy sight. 

232. S. M. Newton. 

Sinners Addressed. 

1 Destruction's dang'rous road 
What multitudes pursue ! 

While that which leads the soul to God, 
Is known or sought by few. 

2 Believers find the way 
Through Christ, the living gate ; 

But those who hate this holy way, 
Complain it is too strait. 

3 If self must be deny'd, 
And sin no more caress'd, 

They rather choose the way that's wide, 
\nd strive to think it best. 



SINNERS. 171 

4 Encompass'd by a throng. 
On numbers they depend ; 

They say, so many can't be wrong, 
And miss a happy end. 

5 But hear the Saviour's word ; 
Strive for the heav'nly gate, 

Many will call upon the Lord, 
And find their cries too late. 

6 Lord, open sinner's eyes, 
Their awful state to see ; 

And make them, ere the storm arise, 
To thee for safety flee. 

233. 8,7,4. 

Sinners Addressed. 

1 Sinners, you are now address'd 

In the name of Christ our Lord ; 
He hath sent a message to you, 
Pay attention to his word : 

He hath sent it ; 
Pay attention to his word. 

2 Think what you have ail been doing, 

Think what rebels you have been ; 
You have spent your lives in nothing 
But in adding sin to sin : 

All your actions 
One continued scene of sin. 

3 Yet your long-abused Sov'reign 

Sends to you a message mild, 
Loth to execute his vengeance, 
Prays you to be reconcil'd ; 



172 SINNERS. 

Hear him saying, 
Sinners, now be reconcil'd. 

234. C. M. Fawcett. 

Careless sinners alarmed and admonished. Eph. v. 14, 

1 Awake, awake, O drowsy soul, 

From carnal sloth arise ; 
Before the threatening thunders roll, 
To rouse thee with surprise. 

2 Why wilt thou still in darkness live, 

Involved in shades of night ? 

When Jesus calls thee to receive 

The rays of heav'nly light. 

3 He teaches thee thyself to know : 

He sets before thine eyes 
Thy danger and thy refuge too, 
And calls thee to arise. 

4 He'll be thy bright, thy glorious sun, 

Thy gloomy path to cheer ! 
Onward thy willing feet shall run, 
Secure from ev'ry snare. 

5 He will direct thee on thy way, 

And show thee all his will; 
And to the realms of endless day, 
His hand will guide thee still. 

235. 7, 6. Newton. 

The Alarm. 

1 Stop, poor sinner, stop and think 
Before you further go ! 



SINNERS. 173 

Wili you sport upon the brink 

Of everlasting wo 1 
On the verge of ruin stop ! 
Now the friendly warning take, 
Stay your footsteps, ere you drop 

Into the burning lake. 

2 Ghastly death will quickly come, 

And drag you to his bar; 
Then to hear your awful doom, 

Will fill you with despair ! 
All your sins will round you crowd ; 
You shall mark their crimson dye ; 
Each for vengeance crying loud, 

And what can you reply 1 

3 But as yet there is a hope, 

You may his mercy know; 
Though his arm is lifted up, 

He still forbears the blow : 
'Twas for sinners Jesus dy'd, 
Sinners he invites to come ; 
None who come shall be deny'd, 

He says, There still is room. 

236. L. M. Doddridge, 

Expostulation with sinners, 

1 Why will ye lavish out your years 
Amidst a thousand trifling cares ? 
While in the various range of thought 
The one thing needful is forgot. 

2 Why will ye chase the fleeting wind, 
And famish an immortal mind 2 

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174 SINNERS. 

While angels, with regret look down 
To see you spurn a heav'nly crown. 

3 Th' eternal God calls from above, 
And Jesus pleads his bleeding love ; 
Awaken'd conscience gives you pain : 
And shall they join their pleas in vain ? 

4 Not so your dying eyes shall view 
Those objects which ye now pursue ; 
Not so shall heav'n and hell appear, 
When the decisive hoar is near. 

5 Almighty God, thy grace impart 
To fix conviction on the heart ; 
Thy grace unveils the blindest eyes, 
And makes the haughtiest scorner wise, 



237. L. M. Boden. 

Invitation to sinners. John i. 39. 

1 Jesus, dear name, how sweet the sound ! 
Replete with balm for ev'ry wound ! 

His word declares his grace is free ; 
Come, needy sinner, come and see. 

2 He left the shining courts on high, 
Came to our world to bleed and die ; 
Jesus, the Lord, hung on the tree ; 
Come, careless sinner, come and see. 

3 Your sins did pierce his bleeding heart, 
Till death had done its dreadful part : 
Yet his great love still burns to thee ; 
Come, trembling sinner, come and see. 



SINNERS. 175 

i His blood can cleanse the foulest stain, 
And make the filthy leper clean ; 
His blood at once aton'd for thee ; 
Come, guilty sinner, come and see. 

238. L. M. Wesley. 
Sinners invited. Is. lv. 2, &c. 

1 Hither, ye lab r ring sinners, come ! 
Jesus, the Lord, invites you near : 
Jesus shall take you for his own, 
And make you his peculiar care. 

2 Why seek ye that which is not bread, 
Nor can your hungry souls sustain ? 
On ashes, husks, and air ye feed ; 
Ye spend your little all in vain. 

3 In search of empty joys below, 
Ye toil with unavailing strife : 
Whither, ah, whither would ye got 
Christ has the words of endless life. 

4 Hearken to Christ with earnest care, 
And freely eat substantial food ; 
The sweetness of his mercy share, 
And taste that he alone is good. 

5 He bids you all his goodness prove, 
His promises for sinners free ; 
Come taste the manna of his love, 
And all his full salvation see. 

239. L. M. 

Sinners invited. Luke xiv. 23. 
1 Come, all ye souls, by sin oppress'd* 
Ye weary wand'rers after rest ; 



17G SINNERS. 

Ye poor and maim'd and halt and blind-, 
In Christ a hearty welcome find. 

2 See him set forth before jour eyes ; 
Behold the bleeding sacrifice ! 

His offered love with joy embrace, 
Bow to the sceptre of his grace. 

3 This message from your God receive, 
His word no longer disbelieve ; 
Yield to his love's constraining pow'r, 
And fight against your God no more. 



240. L. M. Smith. 

Him that cotneth — I will in no wise cast out. John vi. 37 

1 Hark ! 'tis the Saviour's voice we hear, 
Come, trembling soul, dispel your fear ; 
He saith, and who his word can doubt? — 
He will in no wise cast you out ! 

2 Doth sin appear before your view, 
Of scarlet or of crimson hue ? 

If black as jet, why should you doubt? 
He will in no wise cast you out ! 

3 The publican, and dying thief, 
Apply'd to Christ, and found relief; 
Nor need you entertain a doubt ; 
He will in no wise cast you out ! 

4 Approach your God, make no delay, 
He waits to welcome you to-day ; 
His mercy try, nor longer doubt, 
He will in no wise cast you out ! 



SINNERS. 177 

241. C. M. Medley. 
Whosoever willy lei him come. Rev. xxii. 17. 

1 O what amazing words of grace 

Are in the gospel found ! 
Suited to ev'ry sinner's case 
Who knows the joyful sound. 

2 Poor, sinful, thirsty, fainting souls, 

Are freely welcome here; 

Salvation, like a river, rolls, 

Abundant, free and clear. 

3 Come then, with all your wants and wounds, 

Your ev'iy burden bring ; 
Here love, unchanging love, abounds, 
A deep celestial spring ! 

4 Whoever will, (O gracious word !) 

Shall of this stream partake ; 
Come, thirsty souls, and bless the Lord> 
And drink for Jesus' sake ! 

5 Millions of sinners, vile as you, 

Have here found life and peace ; 
Come then, and prove its virtues too* 
And drink, adore, and bless. 

242. 148th. Phippard. 

God reasoning with men. Is. i. 18. 
1 Ye sin-sick souls draw near, 
And banquet with your King ; 
His royal bounty share, 
And loud hosannas sing : 
Here mercy reigns, here peace abounds, 
Here's blood to heal vour dreadful wounds. 



178 SINNERS". 

2 Here's clothing for the poor ; 
Here's comfort for the weak ; 
Here's strength for tempted souis< 
And cordials for the sick : 

Here's all a soul can want or need ? 
Laid up in Christ the living head. 

3 He's on a throne of grace, 
And waits to answer pray'r ; 
What though your sins and guilt 
Like crimson do appear : 

The blood of Christ divinely flows, 
A healing balm for all your woes. 



243. 8, 8, 6. 

Whosoever will, let him come. Rev. xxii. 17. 

1 Ye scarlet-colour'd sinners come ; 
Jesus, the Lord, invites you home ; 

O whither can you go 1 
What ! are your crimes of crimson hue 1 
His promise is for ever true ; 

He'll wash you white as snow. 

2 Backsliding souls, fill'd with your ways, 
Whose weeping nights, and wretched days^ 

In bitterness are spent : 
Return to Jesus, he'll reveal 
His lovely face, and sweetly heal 

What you so much lament. 

3 Tried souls look up, he says 'tis J ; 
He loves you still, but means to try 

If faith will bear the test : 



SINNERS. 179 

The Lord hath giv'n the chiefest good, 
He shed for you his precious blood ; 
O trust him for the rest ! 

244. C. M. 

The Invitation of Wisdom. 

1 Lo ! wisdom stands with smiling face, 

And courts us to her arms ; 
Who can resist the wond'rous grace, 
And slight her pow'rful charms ! 

2 She, gen'rous, holds out to our sight 

Riches which shall endure ; 
Not sparkling rubies half so bright, 
Nor finest gold so pure. 

3 Eternal pleasures fill her train, 

Pleasures which never cloy : 
Come drink of bliss unmix'dwith pain, 
And taste celestial joy. 

4 Immortal crowns she now displays, 

And thrones beyond the skies ; 
Accept her blessings while she stays, 
And seize the glorious prize. 

245. C. M. Doddridge. 

Sinners called to Repentance. Acts xvii. 30. 

1 Repent, the voice celestial cries, 

Nor longer dare delay ; 
The wretch that scorns the mandate dies, 
And meets a fiery day. 

2 Now in his holy presence bow, 

And all your guilt confess ; 



180 SINNERS. 

Embrace the blessed Saviour now, 
Nor trifle with his grace* 

3 Bow, ere the awful trumpet sound, 

And call you to his bar : 
For mercy knows the appointed bound, 
And turns to vengeance there. 

4 Amazing love, that yet will call, 

And yet prolong our days ! 
Our hearts subdu'd by goodness fall, 
And weep, and love, and praise. 

246. C. M. Watts. 
The repenting Prodigal. 

1 Behold the wretch whose lust and wine 

Had wasted his estate, 
He begs a share amongst the swine, 
To taste the husks they eat ! 

2 I die with hunger here, he cries ; 

I starve in foreign lands ; 
My father's house has large supplies, 
And bounteous are his hands. 

3 I'll go, and with a mournful tongue 

Fall down before his face ; 
Father, I've done thy justice wrongs 
Nor can deserve thy grace. 

4 He said, and hasten 'd to his home> 

To seek his father's love ; 
The father saw the rebel come, 
And all his bowels move, 



BAPTISM. 181 

■a 

5 He ran and fell upon his neck, 

Embrac'd and kiss'd his son ; 
The rebel's heart with sorrow brake, 
For follies he had done. 

6 Take off his clothes of shame and sin, 

The father gave command ; 
Dress him in garments white and clean, 
With rings adorn his hand. 



BAPTISM. 



247. 112th. Fellowes. 

Christ baptized in Jordan. John i. 33. 

1 In Jordan's tide the Baptist stands, 
Immersing the repenting Jews ; 
The Son of God the rite demands, 
Nor dares the holy man refuse: 
Jesus descends beneath the wave, 
The emblem of his future grave. 

2 Wonder, ye heav'ns ! the Saviour lies, 
In deeps conceal'd from human view ; 
Ye saints, behold him sink and rise, 

A fit example thus for you ; 

The sacred record, while you read, 

Calls you to imitate the deed. 

3 But lo ! from yonder opening skies, 
What beams of dazzling glory spread ! 

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182 BAPTISM. 



Dove-like, the Holy Spirit flies, 
And lights on the Redeemer's head; 
AmazM they see the pow'r divine, 
Around the Saviour's temples shine. 

Thus the eternal Father spoke, 
Who shakes creation with a nod ; 
Through parting skies the accents broke, 
And bid us hear the Son of God : 
O hear, the powerful word to-day, 
Hear all ye nations, and obey ! 



248. C. M. Stennettv 

Baptism of Christ. 

1 Thus was the great Redeemer plung'd 

In Jordan's swelling flood ; 
To show he must be soon baptiz'd 
In tears, and sweat, and blood. 

2 Thus was his sacred body laid 

Beneath the yielding wave ; 
Thus was his sacred body rais'd 
Out of the liquid grave. 

3 Lord, we thy precepts would obey, 

In thy own footsteps tread ; 
Would die, be buried, rise with thee, 
Our ever-living head. 

4 We look to thee, our Saviour dear, 

Bless us with pow'r divine ; 
We would show forth thy glory here, 
And be for ever thine. 



BAPTISM. 183 

249. L. M. Watts. 

The Commission. Matt, xxviii. 19, 

1 'Twas the commission of our Lord, 

" Go, teach the nations, and baptize." 
The nations have receiv'd the word 
Since he ascended to the skies. 

2 Repent, and be baptiz'd, he saith, 
For the remission of your sins ; 
And thus our sense assists our faith, 
And shows us what his gospel means. 

3 Our souls he washes in his bloody 
As water makes the body clean ; 
And the good Spirit of our God 
Descends like purifying rain. 

4 Thus we engage ourselves to thee, 
And seal our cov'nant with the Lord ; 
Let angels now with rapture see, 
And heaven our solemn vows record. 

250. L. M. Fellowes. 

Obedience to Christ's Commission. 

1 Go teach the nations, and baptize, 
Aloud th' ascending Jesus cry'd ; 
His glad Apostles took the word, 

And round the nations preach'd their Lord. 

2 Commission'd thus, by Zion's King, 
We to his holy laver bring 

These happy converts, who have known 
And trusted in his grace alone. 



184 BAPTISM. 

3 Lord, in thy house they seek thy face, 
O bless them with peculiar grace : 
Refresh their souls with love divine ; 
Till beams of glory round them shine. 

251. CM. Deacon. 

The importance of obedience. 

1 Th' importance of a sacred rite, 

Depends upon the Lord ; 
For he's a being infinite, 
And awful is his word. 

2 If he a trifle shall command 

His creatures to fulfil ; 
5 Tis not a trifle to withstand, 
Or counteract his will. 

3 Adam might think the thing but small, 

And ventur'd to transgress ; 
But it produe'd a dreadful fall 
To all the human race. 

4 The Prophet unto Bethel sent, 

With messages express, 
Was by a furious lion rent, 
For eating at the place. 

5 These may appear but little things, 

To do, or not to do ; 
But see what grievous evil springs, 
When not attended to. 

6 Our bus'ness is, to learn to know , r . $ j 

Our great Redeemer's will ; 
And with alacrity to go, 

His pleasure to fulfil. n 



BAPTISM. 185 

252. 8, 7. Fawcett. 

Invitation to follow the Lamb, 

Humble souls who seek salvation, 

Through the Lamb's redeeming blood, 
Hear the voice of Revelation, 

Tread the path that Jesus trod. 
Flee to him your only Saviour ; 

In his mighty name confide ; 
In the whole of your behaviour, 

Own him as your sov'reign Guide. 

Hear the bless'd Redeemer call you, 

Listen to his gracious voice ; 
Dread no ills that can befall you, 

While you make his ways your choice : 
Jesus says, Let each believer 

Be baptized in my name : 
He himself in Jordan's river 

Was immers'd beneath the stream. 

Plainly here his footsteps tracing, 

Follow him without delay ; 
Gladly his command embracing, 

Lo ! your Captain leads the way: 
View the rite with undertanding, 

Jesus' grave before you lies ; 
Be interr'd at his commanding, 

After his example rise. 

253. 148th. 

Repent and be baptized, 8fc. Acts ii. 38. 

Reform, and be immers'd, 
Says Peter, (in the Lord ;) 
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186 BAPTISM. 

You all are now assur'd, 
That 'tis your Saviour's word : 

Arise, arise, without delay, 

And his divine command obey. 

2 You sin-convicted race, 
Now fall at Jesus' feet ; 

He'll save you through his grace, 

Come, to his will submit : 
And be immers'd without delay. 
And his divine command obey. 

3 Come, you believing train, 
No more this truth withstand ; 
No longer think it vain 

To honor God's command ; 
But haste, arise, without delay, 
And be baptiz'd in Jesus' way. 

4 Jesus ! thou Prince of Peace, 
To thy great name we pray ; 
May converts to thy grace 
This ordinance obey ; 

And may thy love their souls allure, 
Their peace and pardon to secure ! 

254. L. M. Watts. 

Believers buried with Christ in baptism. Rom. vi. 3, <fcc. 

1 Do we not know that solemn word, 
That we are bury'd with the Lord, 
Baptiz'd into his death, and then 
Put off the body of our sin 1 

2 Our souls receive diviner breath, 
Rais'd from corruption, guilt, and death ; 



BAPTISM. 187 

So from the grave did Christ arise, 
And lives to God above the skies. 

3 No more let sin or Satan reign 
Over our mortal flesh again ; 
The various lusts we served before, 
Shall have dominion now no more. 

255. 8, 7. Fellowes. 
Buried with Christ in baptism. Rom. vi, 4. 

1 Jesus, mighty King in Zion ! 

Thou alone our guide shall be ; 
Thy commission we rely on, 

We would follow none but thee. 

2 As an emblem of thy passion, 

And thy vict'ry o'er the grave ; 
We who know thy great salvation, 
Are baptiz'd beneath- the wave. 

3 Fearless of the world's despising, 

We the ancient path pursue ; 
Bury'd with our Lord, and rising 
To a life divinely new. 

256. L. M. Stennett. 

A Baptismal Hymn. 

1 The great Redeemer we adore, 
Who came the lost to seek and save ; 
Went humbly down from Jordan's shore. 
To find a tomb beneath the wave. 

2 With thee into thy wat'ry tomb, 
Lord, 'tis our glory to descend ; 



188 BAPTISM. 

'Tis wond'rous grace that gives us room, 
To lie interred by such a friend ! 

3 Yet as the yielding waves give way, 
To let us see the light again ; 

So on thy resurrection day, 

The bands of death prov'd weak and vain. 

4 Thus when thou shalt again appear, 
The gates of death shall open wide ; 
Our dust thy powerful voice shall hear, 
Shall rise and triumph at thy side. 



257. L. M. Fellowes. 
A Baptismal Hymn. 

1 Great God, we in thy courts appear, 
With humble joy and holy fear, 
Thy wise injunctions to obey ; 

Let saints and angels hail the day ! 

2 In thy assembly here we stand, 
Obedient to thy great command ; 
The sacred flood is full in view, 

And thy sweet voice invites us through. 

3 The Word, the Spirit, and the Bride, 
Must not invite and be deny'd ; 
Was not the Lord, who came to save, 
Interr'd in such a liquid grave 1 

4 Thus we, dear Saviour, own thy name, 
Receive us rising from the stream ; 
Then to thy table let us come, 

And dwell in Zion as our home. 



BAPTISM. 189 

258. 8, 8, 6. Norman. 
A Baptismal Hymn. Matt, iii. 15. 

1 Thus it became the Prince of Grace, 
And thus should all the favour'd race, 

High heav'n's command fulfil : 
For that the condescending God 
Should lead his follow 'rs through the flood, 

Was heav'n's eternal will. 

2 And shall we ever dare despise 
The gracious mandate of the skies, 

Where condescending Heav'n, 
To sinful man's apostate race, 
In matchless love, and boundless grace, 

His will reveal'd has giv'n ? 

3 Thou everlasting gracious King, 
Assist us now thy grace to sing ; 

And still direct our way 
To those bright realms of peace and rest, 
Where all thy saints are truly blest, 

With one great choral day. 

259. C. M. 

A Baptismal Hymn. 

1 Here at the water we appear, 

Dear Jesus, to fulfil 
Thy sweet command ; O meet us here, 
We wish to do thy will. 

2 O may thy servants die to sin, 

And rise to live with thee ; 
Rais'd from the wat'ry grave, begin 
To live as men set free. 



190 BAPTISM. 

3 Lord give them strength that they may grow, 
In ev'ry grace, we pray ; 
And like the Eunuch may they go, 
Rejoicing on their way. 

260. L. M. Stennett. 

A Baptismal Hymn. 

1 See how the willing converts trace 
The path their great Redeemer trod ! 
And follow through his liquid grave, 
The meek, the lowly, Son of God ! 

2 Here they renounce their former deeds, 
And to a heav'nly life aspire ; 

Their rags for glorious robes exchang'd, 
They shine in clean and bright attire ! 

3 O sacred rite, by thee the name, 
Of Jesus we to own begin : 
This is our resurrection's pledge, 
Pledge of the pardon of our sin. 

4 Glory to God on high be giv'n, 
Who shows his grace to sinful men : 
Let saints on earth, and hosts in heav'n, 
In concert join their loud Amen. 

261. C. M. Newton. 

After Baptism. 

1 Proclaim, saith Christ, my wondrous grace 
To all the sons of men ; 
He that believes, and is baptiz'd, 
Salvation shall obtain. 



BAPTISM. 191 

2 Let plenteous grace descend on those. 

Who hoping in thy word, 
This day have publicly declar'd, 
That Jesus is their Lord. 

3 With cheerful feet may they advance, 

And run the Christian race ; 
And through the troubles of the way, 
Find all-sufficient grace. 

262. C M. Beddome. 

He went on his mat} rejoicing. Acts viii. 39. 

1 The holy Eunuch, when baptiz'd 

Went on his way with joy ; 
And who can tell what rapt'rous thoughts 
Did then his mind employ 1 

2 Is that most glorious Saviour mine, 

Of whom I lately read'? 
Who, bearing all my sins and griefs, 
Was number'd with the dead ! 

3 Is he, who, bursting from the grave, 

Now reigns above the sky, 
My advocate before the throne, 
My portion when I die ? 

4 Have I profess'd his holy name ? 

Do I his gospel bear 
To Ethiopia's scorching lands, 
And shall I spread it there % 

5 Bless'd emblem of that precious blood, 

Which satisfy'd for sin ; 
And of that renovating grace, 

Which makes the conscience clean. 



192 BAPTISM. 

6 This pattern, Lord, with sacred joy t 
Help us to keep in view ; 
The same our work, the same, O make 
Our consolation too. 

263. C. M. Doddridge. 
A practical improvement of Baptism. Col. iii^ 1. 

1 Attend, ye children of our God ; 

Ye heirs of glory, hear ; 
For accents so divine as these 
Might charm the dullest ear. 

2 Baptiz'd into your Saviour's death, 

Your souls to sin must die ; 
With Christ, your Lord, ye live anew, 
With Christ ascend on high. 

3 There by his Father's side he sits, 

Enthroned divinely fair; 
Yet owns himself your Brother still, 
And your forerunner there. 

4 Rise from these earthly trifles, rise 

On wings of faith and love ; 
Above your choicest treasure lies, 
And be your hearts above. 

5 But earth and sin would drag us down 

When we attempt to fly ; * 

Lord, send thy strong attractive pow'r 
To raise and fix us high. 



193 



THE CHURCH. 



264. C. M. Watts. 

Christ tJie foundation of the Church. Ps. cxviii, 

1 Behold the sure foundation stone, 

Which God in Zion laid ; 
To build our heav'nly hopes upon. 
And his eternal praise 1 

2 Chosen of God, to sinners dear,. 

And saints adore the name ; 
They trust their whole salvation here, 
Nor shall they suffer shame. 

3 The foolish builders, scribe, and priest, 

Reject it with disdain ; 
Yet on this rock the Church shall rest, 
And envy rage in vain. 

4 What though the gates of hell withstood, 

Yet must this building rise : 
'Tis thy own work, Almighty God, 
And wond'rous in our eyes. 

265. 148th. Doddridge. 
At the forming of a Church. 
1 Great Father of mankind, 
We sing that wondrous grace, 
Which could for Gentiles find 
W r ithin thy courts a place ; 
How kind the care our God displays, 
For us to raise a house of pray'r I 
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194 THE CHURCH. 

2 Though once estrang'd afar, 
We now approach thy throne ; 
For Jesus brings us near, 
And makes our cause his own : 

Strangers no more, to thee we come, 
And find our home, and rest secure. 

3 Here in thy house we feast 
On dainties all divine; 

And, while such sweets we taste, 

O may our graces shine : 
Incense shall rise from hearts of love, 
And God approve the sacrifice. 

266. L. M. Doddridge. 

At the opening of a Place of Worship, or formation of a 
Church. 

1 And will the great eternal God 
On earth establish his abode 1 

And will he from his radiant throne, 
Avow our temples for his own 1 

2 We bring the tribute of our praise. 
And sing that condescending grace, 
Which to our notes will lend an ear, 
And call us, sinful mortals, near. 

3 Here let the great Redeemer reign 
With all the graces of his train, 
While pow'r divine his word attends, 
To conquer foes, and cheer his friends. 

4 And in the great decisive day, 
When God the nations shall survey, 
May it before the world appear, 
That crowds were born to glory here. 



THE CHURCH. 195 

267. C. M. Watts. 
A Church established. 

1 Arise, O King of grace, arise ! 

And enter to thy rest : 
Lo! thy church waits with longing eyes, 
Thus to be own'd and blest. 

2 Enter with all thy glorious train, 

Thy Spirit and thy word ; 
All that the ark did once contain, 
Could no such grace afford. 

3 Here, mighty God ! accept our vows, 

Here let thy praise be spread ; 
Bless the provisions of thy house, 
And fill thy poor with bread. 

4 Here let the Son of David reign ; 

Let God's anointed shine ; 
Justice and truth his court maintain, 
With love and pow'r divine. 

5 Here let him hold a lasting throne ; 

And as his kingdom grows, 
Fresh honours shall adorn his crown, 
And shame confound his foes. 

288. C. M. 

On opening a Place of Worship. 

1 Great Sov'reign of the earth and sky, 
And Lord of all below ; 
Before thy glorious majesty, 
Ten thousand seraphs bow. 



196 CHURCH DESCRIBED. 

2 Yet thou art not confin'd above, 

Thy presence knows no bound ; 
Where'er thy praying people meet, 
There thou art always found. 

3 Within these walls, let holy peace, 

And love and concord dwell ; 
Here give the troubled conscience ease, 
The wounded spirit heal. 

4 Here, may salvation be proclaimed, 

Through thy most precious blood ; 
And sinners know the joyful sound, 
And own the Saviour, God. 

5 Here, may a num'rous crowd arise, 

To bow before thy throne ; 
Here may their songs salute the skies, 
To ages yet unborn. 



CHURCH DESCRIBED, 



269. 8, 7. Newton. 

Glorious things spoken of Zion, the City of God. 

Glorious things of thee are spoken, 

Zion , city of our God ! 
He whose word cannot be broken, 

Form'd thee for his own abode : 
On the Rock of ages founded, 

What can shake thy sure repose? 
With salvation's walls surrounded, 

Thou may'st smile at all thy foes. 



CHURCH DESCRIBED. 197 

2 See ! the streams of living waters 

Springing from eternal love ; 
Well supply thy sons and daughters, 

And all fear of want remove : 
Who can faint while such a river 

Ever flows their thirst t' assuage 1 
Grace, which like the Lord, the giver, 

Never fails from age to age. 

3 Bless'd inhabitants of Zion, 

Wash'd in the Redeemer's blood ! 
Jesus, whom their souls rely on, 

Makes them kings and priests to God : 
9 Tis his love his people raises 

Over self to reign as kings ; 
And as priests, his solemn praises 

Each for a thank off 'ring brings. 

27 O. S. M. Watts. 

The heauty of the CKurch* Ps. xlviii. 

1 Far as thy name is known, 
The world declares thy praise ; 

Thy saints, O Lord, before thy throne, 
Their songs of honour raise. 

2 With joy let Judah stand 
On Zion's chosen hill, 

Proclaim the wonders of thy hand, 
And counsels of thy will. 

3 Let strangers walk around 
The city where we dwell ; 

Compass and view thine holy ground, 
And mark the building well : 
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198 CHURCH DESCRIBED. 

4 The order of thy house, 
The worship of thy court, 

The cheerful songs, and solemn pray'rs ; 
And make a fair report. 

5 The God we worship now 
Will guide us till we die ; 

Will be our God while here below, 
And ours above the sky. 

271. L. M. Watts. 
The Church is the garden of God. Ps. xcii. 

1 Lord, 'tis a pleasant thing to stand 
In gardens planted by thine hand ! 
Let us, within thy courts, be seen, 
Like the young cedars fresh and green. 

2 Blest with thine influence from above, 
There grow thy saints in faith and love ; 
Time, that doth all things else impair, 
Still makes them flourish strong and fair. 

3 Laden with fruits of age, they show, 
The Lord is holy, just and true ; 
None that attend his gates shall find 
Our God unfaithful or unkind. 

272. C. M. Watts. 

The church is our delight and safety. Ps. xxvii. 

1 The Lord of glory is our light, 
And our salvation too ; 
God is our strength, nor will we fear 
What all our foes can do. 



CHURCH DESCRIBED. 199 

2 One privilege our heart desires ; 

O grant us an abode 
Among the churches of thy saints, 
The temples of our God ! 

3 There shall we offer our requests, 

And see thy beauty still ; 
Shall hear thy messages of love, 
And there inquire thy will. 

4 When troubles rise, and storms appear, 

There may his children hide ; 
God has a strong pavilion, where 
He makes our souls abide. 

5 Now shall our heads be lifted high 

Above our foes around, 
And songs of joy and victory 
Within thy temple sound. 

273. 148th. Doddridge. 
The completing of the spiritual Temple. Zech. iv. 7. 

1 Sing to the Lord above, 
Who deigns on earth to raise 
A temple to his love, 

A monument of praise : 
Ye saints around, through all its frame, 
Harmonious sound, the builder's name. 

2 Beneath his eye and care, 
The edifice shall rise 
Majestic, strong, and fair, 
And shine above the skies ; 



200 CHURCH DESCRIBED. 

There shall he place, the polish'd stone, 
Ordain'd to crown the work of grace. 



274. C. M. Watts. 

The Safety and Protection of the Church. 
Is. xxvi. 1 — 6. 

1 How honourable is the place, 

Where we adoring stand ; 
Zion, the glory of the earth, 
And. beauty of the land* 

2 Bulwarks of mighty grace defend 

The city where we dwell ; 
The walls, of strong salvation made, 
Defy th' assaults of hell. 

3 Lift up the everlasting gates, 

The doors wide open fling ; 
Enter ye people that obey 
The statutes of our King. 

4 Here shall you taste unmingled joys, 

And live in perfect peace ; 
You that have known Jehovah's name, 
And ventur'd on his grace. 

5 Trust in the Lord, for ever trust, 

And banish all your fears ; 
Strength in the Lord Jehovah dwells, 
Eternal as his years. 



201 



PLEASURES AND ADVANTAGES OF 
WORSHIP. 



275. C. M. Wesley 

The Happiness of Saints. 

1 Happy the souls in Jesus join'd, 

And sav'd by grace alone : 
Walking in all his ways, they find 
Their heav'n on earth begun. 

2 The church triumphant in thy love, 

Their mighty joys we know : 
They sing the Lamb in hymns above, 
And we in hymns below. 

3 Thee, in thy glorious realm, they praise, 

And bow before thy throne : 
We in the kingdom of thy grace; 
The kingdoms are but one. 

4 The holy to the holiest leads ; 

From hence our spirits rise : 
And he who in thy statutes treads, 
Shall meet thee in the skies. 

276. L. M. Stennett. 

Omnipresence of Christ in worship. Matt, xviii. 20. 

1 Where two or three with sweet accord, 
Obedient to their sov'reign Lord, 
Meet to recount his acts of grace, 
And oner solemn pray'r and praise : 



202 PLEASURES AND 

2 There, says the Saviour, will I be, 
Amid this little company; 

To them unveil my smiling face, 
And shed my glories round the place. 

3 We meet at thy command, dear Lord, 
Relying on thy faithful word : 

Now send thy Spirit from above, 
Now fill our hearts with heav'nly love. 

277. L. M. Watts. 

The benefit of public ordinances. 

1 Away from ev'ry mortal care, 
Away from earth, our souls retreat ; 
We leave this worthless world afar, 
And wait and worship near thy seat. 

2 Lord, in the temple of thy grace 
We see thy feet, and we adore ; 
We gaze upon thy lovely face, 

And learn the wonders of thy pow'r. 

3 While here our various wants we mourn ; 
United groans ascend on high ; 

And prayer bears a quick return 
Of blessings in variety. 

4 If Satan rage and sin grow strong, 
Here we receive some cheering word ; 
We gird the gospel- arm our on, 

To fight the battles of the Lord. 

5 Father, my soul would still abide 
Within thy temple, near thy side ; 
But if my feet must hence depart, 
Still keep thy dwelling in my heart. 



ADVANTAGES OF WORSHIP. 203 

278. 7S. TuRxNER. 
The excellency of public worship . 

1 Lord of hosts, how lovely fair, 
E'en on earth thy temples are; 
Here thy waiting people see 
Much of heav'n and much of thee. 

2 From thy gracious presence flows, 
Bliss that softens all our woes ; 
While thy Spirit's holy fire 
Warms our hearts with pure desire. 

3 Here we supplicate thy throne, 
Here thou mak'st thy glories known, 
Here we learn thy righteous ways, 
Taste thy love, and sing thy praise. 

4 Thus, with festive songs of joy, 
We our happy lives employ ; 
Love and long to love thee more, 
Till from earth to heav'n we soar. 

279. S. M. Stennett. 

The pleasures of Worship. 

1 How charming is the place, 
Where our Redeemer God 

Unveils the beauties of his face, 
And sheds his love abroad ! 

2 Not the fair palaces 

To which the great resort, 
Are once to be compar'd with this, 
Where Jesus holds his court. 



Here, on the mercy-seat, 
With radiant glory crown'd, 



204 PLEASURES AND 1 

Our joyful eyes behold him sit, 
And smile on all around. 

4 To him their pray'rs and cries 
Each humble soul presents; 

He listens to their broken sighs, 
And grants them all their wants, 

5 To them his sov'reign will 
He graciously imparts ; 

And in return, accepts with smiles, 
The tribute of their hearts. 



280. L. M. Watts. 
The pleasures of public worship. Ps. lxxxiv. 

1 How pleasant, how divinely fair, 

O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are ! 
With long desire, our spirit faints 
To meet th' assemblies of thy saints. 

2 Our flesh would rest in thine abode ; 
Our panting hearts cry out for God; 
O God, our King! why should we be 
So far from all our joys and thee ? 

3 Blest are the saints who sit on high, 
Around thy throne of majesty ; 
Thy brightest glories shine above. 
And all their work is praise and love. 

4 Blest are the men whose hearts are set 
To find the way to Zion's gate ; 



ADVANTAGES OF WORSHIP. 205 

God is their strength* and through the road, 
They lean upon their helper, God. 

5 Cheerful they walk with growing strength, 
Till all shall meet in heav'n at length ; 
Till all before thy face appear, 
And join in nobler worship there. 

281. L. M. Steele. 
The happiness of worship. Ps. lxxxiv. 

1 How lovely, how divinely sweet, 
O Lord, thy sacred courts appear ! 
Fain would our longing passions meet 
The glories of thy presence there. 

2 O blest the men, blest their employ, 
Whom thy indulgent favours raise 
To dwell in those abodes of joy, 
And sing thy never-ceasing praise. 

3 Happy the men, whom strength divine 
With ardent love and zeal inspires : 
Whose steps to thy blest way incline, 
With willing hearts and warm desires. 

4 Might we enjoy the meanest place 
Within thy house, O God of grace ; 
Not tents of ease, nor thrones of pow'r, 
Should tempt our feet to leave thy door. 

5 God is a sun : our brightest day 
From his reviving presence flows : 
God is a shield, through all the way, 
To guard us from surrounding foes. 

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206 advantages of worship. 

282. &3& Watts. 
Longing for the Church of God. Ps. lxxxiv. 

1 Lord of the worlds above, 
How pleasant and how fair 
The dwellings of thy love, 
Thy earthly temples are ! 

To thine abode my heart aspires, 
With warm desires, to see my God. 

2 O happy souls that pray 
Where God appoints to hear ; 
O happy men that pay 
Their constant service there ! 

They praise thee still ; and happy they 
That love the way to Zion's hill. 

3 They go from strength to strength, 
Through this dark vale of tears, 
Till each arrives at length, 

Till each in heav'n appears : 
O glorious seat, when God our King 
Shall thither bring our willing feet ! 

283. 148th. Watts. 
Longing for the worship of God. Ps. lxxxiv. 

1 To spend one sacred day 
Where God and saints abide, 
Affords diviner joy 

Than thousand days beside : 
Where God resorts, we love it more 
To keep the door, than shine in courts. 

2 God is our sun and shield, 
Our light and our defence ; 



lord's day hymns, 207 

With gifts his hands are fili'd, 
We draw our blessings thence : 

He will bestow on Jacob's race 

Peculiar grace and glory too. 

The Lord his people loves ; 

His hand no good withholds 

From those his heart approves, 

From pure and pious souls: 
Thrice happy he, O God of hosts ! 
Whose spirit trusts alone in thee. 



LORD'S DAY HYMNS. 



284. S. M. Watts'. 

The Lord's Day, or Delight in Ordinances. 

Welcome, sweet day of rest, 
That saw the Lord arise ; 
Welcome to each reviving breast, 
And these rejoicing eyes. 

The Kins: himself comes near, 
And feasts his saints to-day ; 
Lord, we rejoice to find thee here, 
And love, and praise, and pray. 

One day amidst the place 
Where our dear Lord is seen, 
Is sweeter than ten thousand days 
Of pleasurable sin. 



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4 But O, what tongue can tell, 
The joys that wait above ! 
Where we shall in thy presence dwell, 
And ever sing and love. 

285. L. M. Watts. 
A Psalm for the Lord's Day. Ps. xcii. 

1 Sweet is the work, O God, our King, 

To praise thy name, give thanks and sing ; 
To show thy love by morning light, 
And talk of all thy truth at night. 

2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest ! 
Chase earthly cares from ev'ry breast; 
And let our hearts in tune be found, 
Like David's harp, of solemn sound. 

3 Our hearts shall triumph in the Lord, 
And bless his works, and bless his word : 
Thy works of grace how bright they shine ! 
How deep thy counsels, how divine ! 

4 Soon shall we see, and hear, and know, 
All we believe and hope below ; 

And ev'ry pow'r find sweet employ, 
In that eternal world of joy, 

286. C. M. Watts. 

For the Lord's Day Morning. Ps. v. 

I Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear 
Our voice ascending high ; 
To thee will we direct our pray'r, 
To thee lift up our eyes. 



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2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone 

To plead for all his saints, 
Presenting at his Father's throne, 
Our songs and our complaints. 

3 Thou art a God, before whose sight 

The wicked shall not stand ; 

Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight, 

Nor dwell at thy right hand. 

4 But to thy house will we resort, 

To taste thy mercies there ; 
We will frequent thine holy court, 
And worship in thy fear. 

5 O may thy Spirit guide our feet 

In ways of righteousness : 
Make ev'ry path of duty straight 
And plain before our face. 

287. S. M. Watts. 
For a Lord's Day Morning. Ps. xix. 

1 Behold the morning sun 
Begins his glorious way ; 

His beams through all the nations run, 

And life and light convey. 

x \* if**- 

2 But where the gospel comtffth jps&tf t<| -\ 

It spreads diviner light, JpKb' '#*>*% few A 
It calls dead sinners fromft heir tombg,^^ Y 
And gives the blind dife^rsl^n^^ " 

3 . How perfect is th|p^p&rHiW v ^ * mj k 

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For ever sure thy promise, Lord, 
And men securely trust. 

4 O gracious God, how plain 
Are thy directions giv'n ! 
O may we never read in vain, 
But find the path to heav'm 

288. L. M. 

The Lord's day. Is. xl. 11. 

1 Thanks to thy name, O Lord, that we 
Another day of thine behold : 

Great Shepherd, we rejoice in thee 
Among thy sheep, in this thy fold. 

2 Now Lord, among thy tribes appear, 
And let thy presence fill the throng : 
Thy quick'ning voice let sinners hear, 
And bid our feeble hearts be strong. 



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: S Gather the lambs with thine own arm, 
And satisfy their ev'ry want ; 
And those with young defend from harm, 
And gently lead them lest they faint. 

4 Put forth thy shepherd's crook, and stay 
Thy wand'ring sheep, and bring them back 5 
O bring the wand'ring home to-day, 
And save them for thy mercy's sake. 

-5 Dear tender-hearted Shepherd, look, 
And let our wants thy pity move ; 
And kindly lead thy little flock 
In the green pastures of thy love. 



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289. L. M. Stennett* 

Tim Sabbath Morning, 

1 Another six days' work is done, 
Another sabbath is begun ; 
Lord, send us blessings from above., 
And fill our hearts with joy and love. 

■3 O that our thoughts and thanks may rise^ 
As : grateful incense to the skies ; 
And draw from heav'n that sweet repose, 
Which none, but he that feels it, knows. 

3 This heav'nly calm within the breast, 
Is the dear pledge of glorious rest, 
Which for the church of God remains, 
The end of cau*es, the end of pains. 

4 With joy, great God, thy works we view. 
In various scenes, both old and new ; 
With praise, we think on mercies past ; 
With hope, we future pleasures -taste. 

5 In holy duties may this day, 
la holy pleasures pass away ; 
How sweet a sabbath thus to spend, 
In hope of one that ne'er shall end'! 

290. C. M. Brown. 

Lord's Bay Evening. 

H Frequent the day of God returns, 
To shed its quick'ning beams ; 
And yet how slow devotion bums % 
How languid are its flames i 



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212 LORD S DAY HYMNS. 

2 Accept our faint attempts to love, 

Our frailties. Lord, forgive ; 
We would he like thy saints above, 
And praise thee while we live. 

3 Increase, O Lord, our faith and hope, 

And fit us to ascend, 
Where the assembly ne'er breaks up, 
The sabbath ne'er shall end. 

4 Where we shall breathe in heav'nly air, 

With heav'nly lustre shine ; 
Before the throne of God appear, 
And feast on love divine. 

291. L. M. Doddridge. 

The Eternal Sabbath. 

1 Lord of the sabbath, hear our vows, 
On this thy day, in this thine house ; 
And own as grateful sacrifice, 

The songs which from thy temples rise. 

2 Thine earthly sabbaths, Lord, we love ; 
But there's a nobler rest above ; 

To that our longing souls aspire 
With cheerful hope, and strong desire. 

3 No more fatigue, no more distress, 
Nor sin nor death shall reach the place ; 
No groans shall mingle with the songs, 
Which dwell upon immortal tongues. 

4 No rude alarms of angry foes ; 

No cares to break the long repose ; 
No midnight shade, nor clouded sun, 
But sacred, high, eternal noon! 



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DISMISSIONS 



292. C. M. Gibbons, 
Heb. xiii. 20, 21. 

1 Now may the God of peace and love ? 

Who from the imprisoning grave 
Restored the Shepherd of the sheep, 
Omnipotent to save : 

2 Through the rich merits of that blood, 

Which he on Calv'ry spilt, 
To seal th' everlasting cov'nant, 
On which our hopes are built ; 

3 Perfect our souls in e\ J iy grace 

T' accomplish all his will ; 
And all that's pleasing in his sight 
Inspire us to fufil ! 

4 For the great Mediator's sake. 

We ev^ry blessing pray; 
With glory let his name he erown'd 
Through heav'iVs eternal day ! 

293. S. M. 

At Dismission. 

i Wtth heart and voice unfeign'd, 
We praise thee for thy word ; 
We bless thee for the joyful news 
Of our Redeemer, Lord. 



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2 Like as the kindly rain 
Returns not back to heav'n, 

But cheers and fruitful makes the earth, 
The end for which 'twas giv'n : 

3 Water thy sacred seed, 
And give it large increase ; 

Let neither fowls, nor rocks, nor thorns, 
Hinder the fruits of peace. 

294. L. M. Hart. 
At Dismission. 

1 Dismiss us with thy blessing, Lord, 
Help us to feed upon thy word ; 
All that has been amiss, forgive, 
And let thy truth within us live. 

2 Though we are guilty, thou art good, 
Wash all our works in Jesus' blood ; 
Give ev'ry fetter'd soul release, 

And bid us all depart in peace. 

295. 8, 7, 4. 

At Dismission. 

1 Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing, 

Fill our hearts with joy and peace ; 
Let us each, thy love possessing, 
Triumph in redeeming grace : 

O refresh us ! 
Trav'ling through this wilderness. 

2 Thanks we give and adoration, 

For the gospel's joyful sound; 



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May the fruits of thy salvation 
In our hearts and lives abound : 

May thy presence 
With us evermore be found. 

So whene'er the signal's given, 

Us from earth to call away ; 
Borne on angels' wings to heaven, 

Glad to leave our cumb'rous clay ; 
May we ready, 

Rise and reign in endless day ! 

296. 8,7. 

The Dismission. 

Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing, 

Bid us all depart in peace ; 
Still on gospel manna feeding, 

Pure seraphic love increase ; 
Fill each breast with consolation, 

While to thee our songs we raise ; 
When we reach the blissful station, 

We will give thee nobler praise. 

CHORUS. 

And sing hallelujah to God and the Lamb, 
For ever and ever, hallelujah, Amen. 

297. S. M. Hart. 

At Parting. 

Once more, before we part, 
We'll bless the Saviour's name ; 
Record his mercies ev'ry heart, 
Sing ev'ry tongue the same. 



21 : 8 DISMISSIONS 

% O may we keep his word, 
And feed thereon and grow ; 
Go on to seek and know the Lord y 
And practise what we know. 

298. C. M. 

At Parting. 

1 Now to the Lamb, that once was sl«hi r 

Be endless blessings paid ; 
Salvation, glory, joy, remain 
For ever on thy head ! 

2 Thou hast redeem'd us by thy blood, 

And set the pris'ners free ; 
Hast made us kings and priests to God, 
And we shall reign with thee ? 

299. L. M. . 

For a blessing on the Word. 

1 Now follow with thy pow'r, O Lord, 
Those truths delivered from thy word ° T 
And cawse them in thy saints to be 
Productive of much fruit to thee. 

2 O may thy word to us be meat, 
And prove a light unto our feet : 
Us ever, Lord, thereby direct, 

And may we walk more circumspect* 

300. 8, 7. Newton. 
Apostolic Benediction, 2 Cor. xiii. 14. 
May the grace of Christ our Saviour, 
And the Father's boundless love t 



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With the Holy Spirit's favour, 

Rest upon us from above ! 
Thus may we abide in union 

With each other, and the Lord ; 
And possess, in sweet communion, 

Joys which earth cannot afford. 



THE LORD'S SUPPER. 



301. L. M. Watts. 

The Lord's Supper instituted. 1 Cor. xi. 23, &c. 

1 'Twas on that dark, that doleful night, 
When pow'rs of earth and hell arose 
Against the Son of God's delight, 

A friend betray'd him to his foes. 

2 Before the mournful scene began, 

He took the bread, and bless'd and brake ; 
What love through all his actions ran ! 
What wond'rous words of grace he spake ! 

3 This is my body, broke for sin ; 
Receive and eat the living food : 

He took the cup and bless'd the wine; 
'Tis the new cov'nant in my blood. 

4 Do this, he said, till time shall end, 
In mem'ry of your dying friend ; 
Meet at my table, and record 

The love of your departed Lord* 
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218 THE LORDS SUPPER. 

5 Jesus J thy feast we celebrate. 

We show thy death, we sing thy name, 
Till thou return, and we shall eat 
The marr'mgc-supper of the Lamb. 

302. $. M. Watts. 
Communion with Christ and with saints. 1 Cor. x. 16, 17. 

1 Jesus invites his saints 

To meet around his board ; 
Here pardon'd rebels sit, and hold 
Communion with their Lord. 

2 For food he gave his flesh, 
He bids us drink his blood ; 

Amazing favour ! matchless grace* 
a Of our redeeming God. 

3 Our heav'nly Father calls 
Christ and his members one; 

We are the children of his love, 
And he the first-born Son. 

4 Let all our pow'rs be join'd 
His glorious name to raise : 

Pleasure and love fill ev'ry heart, 
And ev'ry voice be praise. 

303. L. M. Watts. 

Crucifixion to the world by the cross of Christ; 

I When we survey the wond'rous cross, 
On which the Prince of glory dy'd, 
Our richest gain we count but loss ; 
It pours contempt on all our pride* 



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2 Forbid it, God, that we should boast, 
Save in the death of Christ our Lord ; 
All the vain things that charm'd us most, 
We sacrifice them to his blood. 

3 Seel from his head, his hands, his feet. 
Sorrow and love flow mingled down; 
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet 1 
Or thorns compose so rich a crown ? 

4 Could all creation's realm combine, 
That were a present far too small : 
Love so amazing, so divine, 
Demands our soul, our life, our all. 

304. L. M. Watts. 

Christ crucified, the wisdom and power of God, 

i Nature with open volume stands., 
To spread her Maker's praise abroad ; 
And ev'ry labour of his hands 
Shows something worthy of a God* 

2 But in the grace that rescu'd man, 
His brightest form of glory shines ; 
Here on the cross, 'tis fairest drawn 
In precious blood, and crimson lines. 

3 O ! the sweet wonders of that cross, 
Where Christ the Saviour lov'd and dy'dl 
Her noblest life our spirit draws 

From his dear wounds and bleeding side, 

4 May we for ever speak his name, 
In sounds to mortal ears unknown ; 
With angels join to praise the LamU, 
And worship at his Father's throne. 



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305. L. M. Watts. 

The Gospel Feast. Luke xiv. 16, &c 

1 How rich are thy provisions, Lord ! 
Thy table furnish'd from above ! 

The fruits of life o'erspread the board, 
The cup overflows with heav'nly love* 

2 Thine ancient family, the Jews, 
Were first invited to the feast ; 
We gladly take what they refuse* 
And Gentiles thy salvation taste. 

3 We are the poor, the blind, the lame, 
And help was far, and death was nigh ; 
But at thy gospel call we came, 

And e^ry want receiv'd supply. 

4 From the highway that leads to hell, 
From paths of darkness and despair, 
Lord, we are come with thee to dwell. 
Glad to enjoy thy presence here. 

306. L. M. Watts. 
Glorying in the Cross. 

1 At thy command, our dearest Lord, 
Here we attend thy dying feast ; 
Thy blood like wine adorns thy board, 
And thine own flesh feeds ev'ry guest. 

2 Our faith adores thy bleeding love, 
And trusts for life in one that dy'd ; 
We hope for heav'nly crowns above, 
From a Redeemer crucify 'd. 



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3 Though the vain world pronounce it shame* 
And fling their scandals on thy cause ; 
We come to boast our Saviour's name, 
And make our triumphs in his cross* 

30T. C. M. Watts. 

The Lord Jesus at his own table, 

1 The mera'ry of our dying Lord 
Awakes a thankful tongue : 
How rich he spread his royal board, 
And bless'd the food, and sung ! 

"2 Happy the men that eat this bread ; 
But doubly bless'd was he 
That gently bow'd his loving head, 
And lean'd it, Lord, on thee. 

2 By faith the same delights we taste, 
As that great favorite did, 
And sit and lean on Jesus' breast, 
And take the heav'nly bread. 

308. C. M, Watts. 

Grace and glory by the death of Christ. 

1 Sitting around our Father's board, 

We raise a tuneful breath ; 
Our faith beholds our dying Lord, 
Who doom'd our sins to death. 

2 We see the blood of Jesus shed, 

Whence all our pardons rise ; 
With joy we view th' atonement made. 
And love the sacrifice. 
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222 the lord's supper. 

3 Thy cruel thorns, thy shameful death. 

Procure us heav'nly crowns ; 
Our highest gain springs from thy cross* 
Our healing from thy wounds. 

4 Oh ! 'tis impossible that we, 

Who dwell in feeble clay, 
Should equal sufferings bear for thee ? 
Or equal thanks repay. 

309. L. M. 

The Unity of Saints. John xvii. 20, 21. 

1 How pleasing to behold and see 
The friends of Jesus all agree, 
To sit around his sacred board, 
As members of one common Lord. 

2 Here we behold the dawn of bliss, 
Here we behold the Saviour's grace y 
Here we behold his precious blood, 
Which sweetly pleads for us with God. 

3 Here, by the bread and wine, we view 
What boundless curses were our due; 
But through th r atonement of our Lord, 
More than was lost is now restor'd. 

4 While here we sit we would implore 
That love may spread from shore to shore ; 
Till all the saints, like us, combine, 

To praise the Lord in songs divine. 

5 To all we freely give our hand, 
Who love the Lord in ev^ry land \ 



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For all are one in Christ, our Head, 
To whom be endless honours paid. 

310. C. M. Steele. 

Praise to the Redeemer. 

1 To our Redeemer's glorious name, 

Awake the sacred song : 
O may his love each heart inflame, 
And tune each stamm'ring tongue. 

2 His love, what mortal thought can reach, 

What mortal tongue display ! 
Imagination's utmost stretch 
In wonder dies away. 

3 He left his radiant throne on high, 

Left the bright realms of bliss, 
And came to earth to bleed and die ; 
Was ever love like this ? 

4 Let wonder still with love unite, 

And gratitude and joy ; 
Thou, Lord, be our supreme delight, 
Thy praise our best employ. 

311. CM. Steele. 

The Wonders of Redemption, 

1 And did the holy and the just, 

The Sov'reign of the skies, 
Stoop down to wretchedness and dust, 
That guilty worms might rise ? 

2 Yes, the Redeemer left his throne, 

His radiant throne on high, 



224 THE LORDS SUPPER. 

(Surprising mercy ! love unknown !) 
To suffer, bleed, and die. 

3 He took the dying traitor's place, 

And suffer'd in his stead ; 
For man, (() miracle of grace !) 
For man, the Saviour bled ! 

4 Dear Lord, what heav'nly wonders dwell 

In thy atoning blood ! 
By this are sinners snatch'd from hell, 
And rebels brought to God. 

312. S. M. Watts. 

Redeeming Grace. 

1 Let all our tongues be one, 
To praise our God on high ; 

Who from his bosom sent his Son 
To fetch us strangers nigh. 

2 Nor let our voices cease 

To sing the Saviour's name ; 
Jesus, th' ambassador of peace, 
How cheerfully he came I 

3 It cost him cries and tears 
To bring us near to God ; 

Great was our debt, but he appears 
To make the payment good. 

4 Look up, our souls, to him, 
Whose death was your desert ; 

And humbly view the living stream, 
Flow from his breaking heart 



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313. L. M. Watts. 

u Christ both died, and rose, and revived. 11 Rom. xiv. 9, 

1 He dy'd, the friend of sinners dy'd ! 
Lo ! Salem's daughters wept around : 
A solemn darkness veil'd the sky ; 

A sudden trembling shook the ground. 

2 Come saints, the Saviour's sorrows view ; 
Behold ! he groan'd beneath your load : 
He groan'd, he sorrow'd thus for you, 
For you he shed his precious blood. 

3 Here's love and grief beyond degree ; 
The Lord of glory dy'd for men : 
But lo! what sudden joys we see, 
Jesus, the dead, reviv'd again. 

4 Our risen Lord forsook the tomb ; 
(The tomb in vain forbid his rise) 
Cherubic legions guard him home, 
And shout him welcome to the skies. 

5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell 
How high our great Deliv'rer reigns : 
Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell, 
And led the monster, death, in chains. 

314. L. M. Doddridge. 
" The cup of blessings which we bless, fyc." 1 Cor. x. 1G. 

1 Great God, and is thy table spread ! 
And does thy cup with love o'erflow ! 
Hither be all thy children led, 
And may they all its sweetness know. 



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2 Hail sacred feast, which Jesus makes ! 
Rich banquet of his flesh and blood ; 
Thrice happy he, who here partakes 
That sacred stream, that heav'nly food ! 

3 O may thy table honour'd be, 

And furnish'd well with joyful guests ; 
And may each soul salvation see, 
That here its sacred pledges tastes. 

315- L. M. Doddridge. 
Christ, the first and the last. Rev. i. 17, 18. 

1 What myst'ries, Lord, in thee combine ; 
Jesus, once mortal, yet divine ; 

The first, the last ; the end, the head ; 
The source of life among the dead. 

2 Hail, royal Conqu'ror o'er the grave! 
Tender to pity, strong to save ; 

For ever live, for ever reign, 

And prosp'rous may thy throne remain. 

3 Thy saints, obedient to thy word, 
With humble joy surround thy board ; 
And, long as time pursues its race, 
Proclaim thy death, and sing thy grace. 

316. C. M. Stennett. 
My flesh is Meat indeed. John vi. 53 — 55. 

1 Here at thy table, Lord, we meet, 
To feed on food divine ; 
Thy body is the bread we eat, 
Thy precious blood the wine, 



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2 He that prepar'd this rich repast, 

Himself came down to die ; 
And now invites us thus to feast 
Upon the sacrifice. 

3 The bitter torments he endur'd 

Upon the shameful cross, 
For us, his welcome guests, procur'd 
These heart-reviving joys. 

4 His body torn with rudest hands, 

Becomes the finest bread ; 
And with the cup he now commands, 
Our noblest hopes are fed. 

317. S. M. 

The Supper. John vi. 51. 

1 What honours we enjoy, 

To feast with thee our King ; 
7 Tis thy rich love our tongues employ, 
And tunes our hearts to sing. 

2 We sing to thee, who dy'd 
And suffered in our stead ; 

Thou dost for food thy flesh provide, 
We prove it living bread. 

8 But O how rich thy blood 
Beyond the choicest wine ; 
By faith we prove, O blessed God, 
The feast is all divine. 

4 We now do praise thy name, 
Who ransom'd us from death ; 



228 the lord's supper. 

Help us to sound aloud thy fame, 
Though with a. feeble breath. 

318. C. M. Batty. 

" This do in remembrance of me." 1 Cor. xi. 24. 

1 Once more, O Lord, we have receiv'd, 

According to command, 
The emblems of thy dying love, 
For evhy tongue and land. 

2 Love, which did bring thee from thy throne, 

To suffer for our sake ; 
The which, with gratitude we own, 
And now commemorate. 

3 May thy kind blessing on us rest, 

For this we now implore ; 
O give us large supplies of grace, 
And guard us by thy pow'r. 

4 Refresh us with the bread of life, 

Still may we love thy word ; 
And bring us to the realms of light, 
At our departure, Lord. 

319. CM. 

" Thou art worthy" 8?c. Rev. iv. 11. 

1 Thou, God, all glory, honour, pow'r, 

Art worthy to receive ; 
Since all things by thy pow'r were made, 
And by thy bounty Jive. 

2 All worthy is the Lamb, all pow'r, 

Honour, and wealth to gain, 



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Glory and strength ; who for our sins 
A sacrifice was slain ! 

3 All worthy thou, who hast redeem'd, 

And ransom'd us to God, 
From ev'ry nation, ev\y coast, 
By thy most precious blood. 

4 Blessing and honour, glory, pow'r, 

By all in earth and heav'n, 
To him that sits upon the throne, 
And to the Lamb, be giv'n. 



320. L. M. 

Hie Supper instituted. Matt. xxvi. 26 — 29. 

1 'Twas on that night, when doom'd to know 
The eager rage of ev'ry foe, 

That night in which he was betray 'd, 
The Saviour of the world took bread ; 

2 And, after thanks and glory giv'n, 
To him that rules in earth and heav'n, 
That symbol of his flesh he broke, 
And thus to all his foll'wers spoke : 

3 My broken body this I give 

For you, my friends ; take, eat, and live ; 

And oft the sacred feast renew, 

That brings my wond'rous love to view. 

4 Then in his hands the cup he rais'd, 
And God anew he thank'd and prais'd ; 
While kindness in his bosom glow'd, 
And from his lips salvation flow'd. 

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230 the lord's supper. 

321. L. M. 

Desiring suitable affections at the Lord's table. 

1 Lord, while around thy. board we meet, 
And humbly worship at thy feet ; 

O may our warm affections move 
In glad returns of grateful love. 

2 Strengthen our faith, us also aid, 
To view thy wond'rous love display'd 
Through emblems of thy flesh and blood, 
By which we're sav'd and brought to God. 

3 May grief for sin, the cause of wo, 
With painful pleasing anguish flow ; 
And thy forgiving love impart 
Life, hope, and joy, to ev'ry heart. 

322. S. M. 

Praise to the Redeemer* 

1 Now let each happy guest, 
The sacred concert raise, 

To close the honours of the feast, 
And sing the Master's praise. 

2 His condescending love, 
First calls our wonder forth ; 

He left the blessed realms above, 
To dwell with men on earth. 

3 His precepts how divine, 
How suited to our state ! 

How bright his acts of mercy shine, 
His promises how great ! 



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4 Redemption's glorious plan, 
How wond'rous in our view ! 
The salutary source to man, 
Of peace and pardon too. 

323. L. M. Beddomf. 

The sorrow and sympathy of Jesus. 

1 So fair a face bedew'd with tears ! 
What beauty e'en in grief appears ! 
He wept, he bled, he dy'd for you ; 
What more, ye saints, could Jesus do 1 

2 Enthron'd above, with equal glow, 
His warm affections downward flow ; 
In our distress he bears a part, 
And feels a sympathetic smart. 

3 Still his compassions are the same, 
He knows the frailty of our frame ; 
Our heaviest burdens he sustains, 
Shares in our sorrows and our pains. 

324. 8, 8, 6. 

The happy union of saints. 

1 Jotn'd in the bonds of sacred love, 
With saints below and saints above, 

One spirit with our Lord ; 
In happy union here we meet, 
And, sitting at the Saviour's feet, 

Surround the social board. 

2 Come, with thy presence grace the feast, 
And deign with us, the last and least, 

Dear Saviour, to appear : 



232 THE CHURCH. 

Thy presence let our spirits feel, 
And graciously thyself reveal 
Among thy people here. 

3 Nor visit as a passing guest, 
But in us take thy constant rest, 

And guide us to the end : 
Our table through the desert spread, 
Till we sit down with thee our Head, 
Eternity to spend. 

325. 8,8,6. 

" Behold the Lamb of God." John i. 29. 

1 Jesus, thou lowly bleeding Lamb, 
Who underwent our grief and shame, 

To save our sohIs from hell : 
While here we sit around thy board, 
Thy pain and suff 'rings to record, 

Thy praise aloud we'll tell. 

2 With all the glorious hosts above, 
We'll sing thy everlasting love ; 

To thee, all praise be giv'n : 
Hosanna ! blessed be his name, 
Who fought, and bled, — but overcame, 

And now he reigns in heav'n. 



326. C. M. Doddridge. 
At the ordination of Elders, 

1 Let Zion's watchmen all awake, 
And take th' alarm they give ; 



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Now let them from the word of God, 
Their solemn charge receive. 

2 They watch for souls, for which the Lord 

Did heav'nly bliss forego ; 
For souls, which must for ever live, 
In raptures, or in wo. 

3 May they that Jesus whom they preach, 

Their own Redeemer see ; 
And watch thou daily o'er their souls, 
That they may watch for thee. 

327'. L. M. Beddome. 

At the ordination of Elders, 

1 Father of mercies, bow thine ear, 
Attentive to our earnest pray'r ; 
For those who on thy work attend, 
We to thy care and grace commend. 

2 How great their work, how vast their charge ! 
Do thou their anxious souls enlarge : 
Their best acquirements are our gain, 

We share the blessings they obtain. 

3 Clothe, then, with energy divine, 

Their words, and may those words be thine : 
To them thy sacred truth reveal ; 
Suppress their fear, inflame their zeal. 

4 Teach them to sow the precious seed ; 
Teach them thy ransom'd flock to feed ; 
Let thronging multitudes around, 
Hear from their lips the joyful sound. 

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234 THE CHURCH. 

328. L. M. 

At the ordination of Deacons. 

1 Great Zion's King, we suppliant bow, 
And hail the grace thy church enjoys ; 
Her holy deacons are thine own, 
With all the gifts thy love employs. 

2 Up to thy throne we lift our eyes, 
For blessings to attend our choice, 
Of such, whose gen'rous prudent zeal 
Shall make thy people all rejoice. 

3 By purest love to Christ, and truth, 
O may they win a good degree 

Of boldness in the Christian faith, 
And meet the smile of thine and thee. 

4 And when the work to them assign'd, 
The work of love, is fully done ; 
Call them from serving tables here, 
To sit around thy glorious throne. 

329. L. M. 

On sending out one to preach the Gospel. 

1 Lord, let thy presence now attend 
Him whom we to thy grace commend ; 
Nor let him as a pilgrim rove, 
Without the conduct of thy love. 

2 Thy promise stands upon record, 

To be with those who preach thy word 
Be with him, Lord ! the work is thine ; 
Support him with thy strength divine. 



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3 Inflame his zeal, enlarge his heart, 
Courage and utterance impart ; 
His love be ardent, pure his aim, 
The great salvation be his theme. 

4 While thronging multitudes around 
Hear from his lips the joyful sound, 
Thy pow'r impart, thy gospel bless, 
And crown his labours with success. 

5 O may his eyes with joy behold 
Thy grace, as in the days of old ; 
May sinners tremble at thy word, 
Believe and turn unto the Lord. 

330. 8, 7, 4. 

A Missionary Song. 

1 O'er the gloomy hills of darkness, 

Look, our souls, be still and gaze ; 
All the promises do travail 

With a glorious day of grace : 

Bless'd jubilee, 
Let thy glorious morning dawn ! 

2 Let the Indian, let the Negro, 

Let the rude barbarian see, 
That divine and glorious conquest, 
Once obtain 'd on Calvary : 

Let the gospel 
Loud resound from pole to pole. 

3 Kingdoms wide that sit in darkness, 

Grant them, Lord, the glorious light ; 
And from eastern coast to western, 
May the morning chase the night ; 



236 THE CHURCH. 

And redemption, 
Freely purchas'd, win the day. 

4 Fly abroad, thou mighty gospel ! 
Win and conquer ! never cease ! 
May thy lasting wide dominion 
Multiply and still increase : 

Sway thy sceptre, 
Saviour, all the world around. 



331. L.M. 

On reception of Members. 



1 Lord, we adore thy wond'rous grace, 
Who crown'st the gospel with success ; 
Subjecting rebels to thy yoke, 

And bringing to the fold thy flock. 

2 May those who have thy truth confess'd. 
As their own faith, and hope, and rest, 
From day to day still more increase, 

In faith, in love, and holiness. 

3 As living members may they share 
The joys and griefs which others bear r 
And active in their stations prove, 

In all the offices of love. 

4 From all temptations now defend, 
And keep them steadfast to the end ; 
While in thy house they still improve* 
Until they join the church above. 



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332. C. M. 

The conversion of sinners, a matter of great joy. 

1 There's joy in heav'n, and joy on earth, 

To see one soul restor'd, 
A child of wrath, born from above, 
And turning to the Lord. 

2 Often, O sov'reign Lord, renew 

The wonders of this day ; 
That Jesus here may see his seed, 
And Satan lose his prey. 

3 Oft may our souls be thus made glad, 

Thy matchless grace to view; 
And ev\y heart, and ev'ry tongue, 
Give thee the glory due. 

333. L. M. Beddome. 

The increase of the church. 

1 Shout, for the blessed Jesus reigns, 
Through distant lands his triumphs spread ; 
And sinners, freed from endless pains, 
Own him their Saviour and their head. 

2 His sons and daughters from afar, 
Daily at Zion's gate arrive ; 
Those who were dead in sin before, 
By sov'reign grace are made alive. 

3 O may his conquests still increase, 
And ev'ry foe his pow'r subdue ; 
While angels celebrate his praise, 
And saints his growing glory show. 



238 THE CHURCH. 

4 Loud hallelujahs to the Lamb, 
From all below and all above ; 
In lofty songs exalt his name, 
In songs as lasting as his love. 

334. 148th. Scott. 
The increase of the Messiah's kingdom. 

1 All hail, incarnate God ! 
The wond'rous things foretold 
Of thee in sacred writ, 

With joy our eyes behold : 
Still does thine arm new trophies 'wear, 
And monuments of glory rear. 

2 To thee the hoary head 
Its silver honours pays ; 

To thee the blooming youth 
Devotes his brightest days : 
And ev'ry age their tribute bring, 
And bow to thee, all-conq'ring King, 

3 O haste, victorious Prince, 
That happy glorious day, 
When souls, like drops of dew, 
Shall own thy gentle sway : 

O may it bless our longing eyes, 
And bear our shouts beyond the skies. 

335. L. M. Newton. 

Admission of Members. 
1 Kindred in Christ, for his dear sake, 
A hearty welcome here receive; 
May we together now partake 
The joys which only he can give. 



THE CHURCH. 239 

2 To you and us by grace 'tis giv'n, 

To know the Saviour's precious name ; 
And shortly we shall meet in heav'n, 
Our hope, our way, our end the same. 

3 May he, by whose kind care we meet, 
Send his good Spirit from above, 
Make our communications sweet, 
And fill our hearts with heav'nly love. 

4 Forgotten be each worldly theme, 
When Christians meet together thus ; 
We only wish to speak of him, 

Who liv'd, and dy'd, and reigns for us. 

5 We'll talk of all he did and said, 
And suffer'd for us here below ; 
The path he mark'd for us to tread, 
And what he's doing for us now. 

6 Thus as our moments pass away, 
We'll love, and wonder, and adore ; 
And hasten on the glorious day, 
When we shall meet to part no more. 

336. L. M. Gibbons. 
Steadfastness of the Church. 

1 In thee, thou all-sufficient God, 
The springs of happiness arise, 
That cheer this howling waste below, 
And bless the mansions of the skies. » 

2 We, the productions of thy pow'r, 
And pensioners upon thy love, 



240 THE CHURCH, 

Look to thy throne with longing eyes, 
And wait thy blessings from above. 

3 Protect the young from ev'ry snare, 
And let thy staff support the old ; 
Relieve the poor, nor let the rich 
Have all their heritage in gold. 

4 May joyful saints still taste thy grace ; 
Give to the mourners heav'nly day ; 
Sustain the strong, and quick revive 
The with'ring plants from their decay. 

337. C. M. Wesley. 

At the parting of Christian Friends, 

1 Blest be the dear uniting love, 

That will not let us part ; 
Our bodies may far off remove, 
But still we're join'd in heart. 

2 Join'd in one spirit to our Head, 

Where he appoints we go ; 
And still in Jesus' footsteps tread, 
And do his work below. 

3 O may we ever walk in him, 

And nothing know beside ; 
Nothing desire, nor aught esteem, 
But Jesus crucify 'd. 

4 Closer and closer let us cleave 

4Fo his belov'd embrace ; 
Out of his fulness still receive, 
And plenteous grace for grace. 



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But soon will come the joyful day, 
Which shall our flesh restore ; 

When vanquished death shall shrink away, 
And we shall part no more. 



338. 7s. Newton-- 
At Parting, 

1 As the. sun's enliv'ning ray 
Shines on ev'ry place the same ; 
So the Lord is always nigh 

To the souls that love his name* 

2 When they move at duty's call, 
He is with them by the way ; 
He is ever with them all, 

Those who go, and those who stay. 

3 From his holy mercy-seat 
Nothing can their souls confine ; 
Still in spirit they may meet, 
And in sweet communion join. 

4 For a season call'd to part, 

Let us then ourselves commend, 
To the gracious eye and heart, 
Of our ever-present Friend. 

5 Jesus, hear our humble pray'r ! 
Tender Shepherd of thy sheep I 
Let thy mercy and thy care 

All our souls in safety keep. 
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242 THE CHURCH. 

339. L. M. Doddridge. 
The Christian's Farewell. 2 Cor. xiii. 11. 

1 Thy presence, everlasting God, 
Wide o'er all nature spreads abroad ; 
Thy watchful eyes, which cannot sleep, 
In ev'ry place thy children keep. 

2 While near each other we remain, 
Thou dost our lives and souls sustain ; 
When absent, happy if we share 

Thy grace, thy teaching, and thy care* 

3 To thee we all our ways commit, 
And seek our comforts near thy feet ; 
Still on our souls vouchsafe to shine, 
And guard and guide us still as thine. 

4 O grant that we may meet again, 
To join in praises to thy name ; 
Or, if that joy no more be known, 
Give us to meet around thy throne. 



340. CM. Doddridge. 
Praise for Recovery from Sickness. Ps. cxviii. 18, 19. 

1 Sovereign of life, we own thy hand 

In ev'ry chast'ning stroke ; 
And, while we smart beneath thy rod, 
Thy presence we'll invoke. 

2 To thee in our distress we cry'd, 

And thou didst bow thine ear ; 
Thy powerful word our life prolong'd, 
And brought salvation near. 



THE CHURCH. 243 

3 Unfold, ye gates of righteousness, 

That with the pious throng, 
We may record our solemn thanks, 
And tune our grateful song. 

4 Praise to the Lord, whose gentle hand 

Renews our lab'ring breath ; 
Praise to the Lord, who makes his saints 
Triumphant e'en in death. 

5 Great God, in thine appointed hour 

Those heav'nly gates display, 
Where pain, and sin, and fear, and death. 
For ever nee away. 

341. C. M. Doddridge. 
On Recovery from Sickness. Ps. cxvi. 8. 

1 Look back, ye saints, with grateful love, 

On what your God has done ! 
Praise him for his unnumber'd gifts, 
And praise him for his Son. 

2 How oft has his indulgent hand, 

Our flowing eye-lids dry'd, 
And j'escu'd from impending death, 
When we in danger cry'd ! 

3 When on the bed of death we lay, 

With sickness sore oppress'd, 
How oft hath he assuag'd our grief, 
And lull'd our eyes to rest ! 

4 Back from destruction's yawning pit, 

At his command we came ; 



244 THE CHURCH. 

He fed th' expiring lamp anew, 
And rais'd its feeble flame. 

5 Since God hath sav'd our lives from death, 
And dry'd our falling tears ; 
We to his praise will spend our breath, 
And our remaining years. 

342. C. M. Watts. 

Hezekialis song : or^ Recovery from sickness. 

1 When we are rais'd from deep distress, 

Our God deserves a song ; 
We take the pattern of our praise 
From Hezekiah's tongue. 

2 The gates of the devouring grave 

Are open'd wide in vain, 
If he that holds the keys of death 
Commands them fast again. 

3 Jehovah speaks the healing word, 

And no disease withstands ; 
Fevers and plagues obey the Lord, 
And fly at his commands. 

4 If half the strings of life should break, 

He can our frame restore ; 
He casts our sins behind his back, 
And they are found no more. 

343. L. M. Watts. 

Sickness healed. Ps. xxx. 

1 We will extol thee, Lord, on high ; 
At thy command diseases fly ; 



THE CHURCH. 245 

Who but a God can speak and save 
From the dark borders of the grave ? 

2 Sing to the Lord, ye saints of his, 
And tell how large his goodness is ; 
Let all your pow'rs rejoice, and bless, 
While you record his holiness. 

3 His chast'ning but a moment stays ; 
His love is life, and length of days : 
Though grief and tears the night employ, 
The morning star restores the joy. 

344. C. M. Watts. 

Death of Christian friends. 

1 Why do we mourn departed friends, 

Or shake at death's alarms 1 
'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends, 
To call them to his arms. 

2 Are we not tending upwards too, 

As fast as time can move ? 
Nor should we wish the hours more slow, 
To keep us from our love. 

3 Why should we tremble to convey 

Their bodies to the tomb? 
There the dear flesh of Jesus lay, 
And left a long perfume ! 

4 The graves of all his saints he blest, 

And soften'd ev'ry bed ; 
Where should the dying members rest, 
But with their glorious Head ? 

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246 THE CHURCH. 

5 Thence he arose, ascended high, 
And show'd our feet the way; 
Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly, 
At the great rising day. 

345. C. M. Watts. 
Christians happy in death. Rev. xiv. 13. 

1 Hear what the voice from heav'n proclaims 

For all the pious dead ! 
Sweet is the savour of their names, 
And soft their sleeping bed. 

2 They die in Jesus, and are bless'd ; 

How kind their slumbers are ! 
From sufferings and from sins releas'd, 
And freed from ev'ry snare. 

3 Far from this world of toil and strife, 

They're present with the Lord ; 
The labours of their mortal life 
End in a large reward. 

346. C. M. 

Resignation under the loss of Christian friends. 

1 Our dearest friends depart and die, 

Their absence makes us grieve ; 
But to the Lord their spirits fly, 
This doth our minds relieve. 

2 No more shall they to us return, 

But we to them shall go : 
To blissful realms, our spirits borne, 
Shall dwell with Jesus too. 



THE CHURCH. 247 

3 There glory sits on ev'ry face, 

Love smiles in ev^ry eye ; 
There shall our tongues adore the grace 
That brought us safe on high. 

4 Blest souls ! we leave them to enjoy 

Their Saviour, and their God, 
Till we are call'd to mount on high, 
And reach their blest abode. 

5 Jesus, our faithful friend, shall come, 

Our souls to heav'n shall raise ; 
His pow'rful arm shall bear us home 
To sing the endless praise. 

347. L. M. Scott. 
Support in God under the loss of dear friends. 

1 The God of love will sure indulge 
The flowing tear, the heaving sigh, 
When righteous persons fall around, 
When tender friends and kindred die. 

2 Yet not one anxious murm'ring thought 
Should with our mourning passions blend ; 
Nor would our bleeding hearts forget 

Th' almighty ever-living friend. 

43 Beneath a num'rous train of ills, 
Our feeble flesh and heart may fail ; 
Yet shall our hope in thee, our God, 
O'er ev'ry gloomy fear prevail. 

4 Parent and husband, guard and guide, 
Thou art each tender name in one; 



248 THE CHURCH. 

On thee we cast our ev'ry care, 
And comfort seek from thee alone. 

5 Our Father God, to thee we look, 
Our rock, our portion, and our friend ; 
And on thy cov'nant-love and truth 
Our sinking souls shall still depend. 



348. C. M. Watts. 

Triumph over death. Job xix. 25 — 27. 

1 Great God we own the sentence just, 

That nature must decay ; 
Our bodies thou wilt turn to dust, 
To dwell with fellow clay. 

2 Yet we shall triumph o'er the grave, 

And trample on the tombs ; 
For Jesus, our Redeemer, lives, 
Our God, our Saviour comes. 

3 The mighty Conq'ror will appear 

High on a royal seat ; 
And death, the last of all his foes, 
Lie vanquish'd at his feet. 

4 Though greedy worms devour our skin, 

And gnaw our wasting flesh ; 
Yet thou wilt join our bones again, 
And clothe them all afresh. 

5 Then shall we see thy blessed face, 

With strong immortal eyes ; 
And feast upon thy boundless grace 
With pleasure aud surprise. 



T«E CHURCH. 249 

349. C. M. 

On the Resurrection of the saints. 1 Thess. iv. 13 — 18= 

1 Let us not sorrow, when our friends 

In Jesus fall asleep : 
We're not as those who have no hope ; 
Why then dejected weep 1 

2 Since Jesus dy'd, and rose again 

Victorious from the dead ; 
So all his saints shall rise, and reign 
With him their glorious Head. 

3 The time draws nigh, when he from heav'ja 

Shall with a shout descend ; 
And the last trumpet's awful sound 
The heav'ns and earth shall rend* 

4 Then they who live shall changed be, 

And they who sleep shall rise ; 
And both caught up, shall meet the Lord, 
Their Saviour, in the skies. 

13 Together to their Father's house 
With joyful hearts they'll go ; 
And dwell for ever with the Lord, 
Beyond the reach of wo. 



350. C. M. 

Death swallowed up in victory. 

1 Hail ! hail ! the happy wisli'd for time, 
When Jesus shall appear ; 
When the last trumpet loud shall souni! ? 
And all the dead shall hear. 



250 THE CHURCH. 

2 They'll burst the bands of death with joy, 

And loud hosannas raise ; 
In him who lov'd them they'll rejoice, 
And glorious make his praise. 

3 Thou ! Thou art worthy, still shall be 

The burden of their song ; 
For thou redeem'd us, and to thee 
The glory doth belong. 

4 We hope to join the grateful note, 

And with loud triumph sing, 
Where ? where's thy vict'ry now, O grave ! 
O death ! where is thy sting 2 



351. CM. 

Victory over the fear of death. 

1 What though these bodies shall decay, 

And moulder into dust ? 
What though this world shall pass away, 
As all its glories must ? 

2 New heav'ns and earth we hope to see, 

Where Jesus ever reigns ; 
Where nothing hurtful e'er shall be, 
No sorrow, sin, nor pains. 

3 There shall no eye be dimm'd with tears, 

No fear shall there be found ; 
No sigh be heard, when Christ appears, 
But endless joys abound. 



THE CHURCH. 251 

Behold ! he comes : Loud anthems raise ; 

Be his great name ador'd : 
May our last theme be Jesus' praise, 

Our song, " Come quickly, Lord*" 



352. S. M. 

The Hope of immortal glory. 2 Cor. v. 1. 

1 By God's sure word we know, 
That if our house decay ; 

This tabernacle be dissolv'd, 
And sink, and fade away : 

2 We have a house from heav'n, 
Not made with mortal hands ; 

And firm as our Redeemer's love, 
The heav'nly mansion stands. 

3 O happy, happy place, 
Where all the ransom'd meet ! 

There we shall see each other's face, 
There all our brethren greet. 

4 There the whole church shall be 
In Jesus' presence blest ; 

And there, from pain and sorrows free 5 
We'll find eternal rest* 



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miscellaneous: 



FAMILY WORSHIP. 



353* L. M. Doddridge. 

Family Devotion. 

1 Father of all, thy care we bless, 
Which crowns our families with peace ; 
From thee they spring, and by thy hand 
They have been, and are still sustain'd. 

2 To God, most worthy to be prais'd, 
Be our domestic altars raised ; 

Who, Lord of heaven, scorns not to dwell 
With saints in their obscurest cell. 

3 To thee may each united house, 
Morning and night, present its vows ; 
Our servants there, and rising race, 
Be taught thy precepts and thy grace. 

4 O may each future age proclaim 
The honours of thy glorious name ; 
While pleas'd and thankful, we remove 
To join the family above. 

354. S. M. ; Watts. 

Worship in a Family. Ps. oxxxiii. 

I Blest are the sons of peace, 

Whose hearts and hopes are one; 
Whose kind designs to serve and please, 
Through all their actions run. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 253 

2 Blest is the pious house 
Where zeal and friendship meet ; 

Their songs of praise, their mingled vows, 
Make their communion sweet. 

3 Thus when on Aaron's head 
They pour'd the rich perfume, 

The oil through all his raiment spread, 
And pleasure fill'd the room. 

4 Thus on the heav'nly hills 
The saints are blest above, 

Where joy like morning dew distils, 
And all the air is love. 

355. C. M. ' Watts. 
Daily and nightly devotion. Ps. cxsxiv. 

1 Ye that obey the immortal King, 

Attend his holy place ; 
Bow to the glories of his pow'r, 
And bless his wond'rous grace. 

2 Lift up your hands by morning light, 

And send your pray'rs on high ; 
Raise your admiring thoughts by night 
Above the starry sky. 

3 The God of Zion cheers our hearts 

With rays of quick'ning grace ; 
The God that spreads the heav'ns abroad, 
And rules the swelling seas. 

356. L. M. Steele. 

The Christian's Resolution. Josh. xxiv. 15. 
1 Ah, wretched souls, who strive in vain, 
Slaves to the world, and slaves to sin ! 
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254 MISCELLANEOUS 

. A nobler toil may I sustain, 
A nobler satisfaction win. 

2 May I resolve with all my heart, 
With all my pow'rs to serve the Lord ; 
Nor from his precepts e'er depart, 
Whose service is a rich reward, 

3 O be his service all my joy, 
Around let my example shine, 
Till others love the bless'd employ, 
And join in labours so divine. 

4 Be this the purpose of my soul. 
My solemn, my.determin'd choice, 
To yield to his supreme control, 
And in his kind commands rejoice* 

357. L. M. 

A Morning Hyrrvn. 

1 Awake, my soul, and with the sun 
Thy daily stage of duty run ; 
Shake off dull sloth, and early rise 
To pay the morning sacrifice. 

2 Glory to God, who safe hath kept, 
And hath refresh'd me while I slept ; 
While many painful hours have pass'd, 
And numbers more, have slept their last. 

3 O Lord ! direct, suggest, this day, 
All I design, or do, or say ; 

That all my pow'rs, with all their might, 
In thy sole glory may unite. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 255 

4 May all my converse be sincere, 
My conscience as the noon-day clear ; 
Convinc'd that thou observ'st my ways, 
And all my secret thoughts survey'st. 

<5 May I redeem the time that's past, 
And spend each day as 'twere my last, 
Improve the talents to me giv'n, 
And ready wait my Lord from heav'n. 

358. C. M, 

A Morning Hymn. 

1 To thee let my first off'ring rise, 

Whose sun illumes the day, 
Swift as his glad'ning influence flies, 
And spotless as his ray- 

2 This day thy fav'ring hand be nigh, 

So oft vouchsaf'd before ! 
Still may it lead, protect, supply; 
And I that hand adore! 

3 If bliss thy providence impart, 

Which should my thanks employ, 
Give me to feel the grateful heart, 
And without guilt, enjoy, 

4 Affliction should thy love intend, 

As vice or folly's cure ; 
Patient to gain that gracious end, 
May I the means endure. 

5 Be this and ev'ry future day. 

Still wiser than the past; 



256 MISCELLANEOUS. 

May grace still keep me in thy way, 
And crown my hopes at last. 

359. S. M. Scott. 
A Morning Hymn. 

1 See how the rising sun 
Pursues his shining way ; 

And wide proclaims his Maker's praise 9 
And evhy bright'ning ray. 

2 Thus would my rising soul 
Its heav'nly Parent sing ; 

And to its great original, 
The humble tribute bring. 

3 Serene I laid me down, 
Beneath his guardian care ; 

I slept, and I awoke, and found 
My kind preserver near ! 

4 My life I would anew, 
Devote O Lord to thee ; 

And in thy service would I spend 
A long eternity. 

360. L. M. Watts. 

A Morning Hymn. Ps. xix. 5, 8. — Ixxiii. 24, 25L 

1 God of the morning, at whose voice 
The cheerful sun makes haste to rise, 
And like a giant doth rejoice, 

To run his journey through the skies* 

2 From the fair chambers of the east, 
The circuit of his race begins, 



MISCELLANEOUS. 257 

And without weariness or rest, 

Round the whole earth he flies and shines. 

2 Oh ! like the sun may I fulfil 
Th' appointed duties of the day, 
With ready mind and active will, 
March on and keep my heav'nly way, 

4 Lord, thy commands are clean and pure, 
Enlight'ning our beclouded eyes ; 

Thy threatnings just, thy promise sure, 
Thy gospel makes the simple wise. 

5 Give me thy counsel for my guide, 
And then receive me to thy bliss ; 
All my desires and hopes beside 

Are faint and cold compared with this. 



381. CM. 

A Morning Hymn for a Family. 

1 Dear Father, bow our stubborn will 

Our daily cross to bear ; 
Our souls with all thy fulness fill, 
And keep us in thy fear. 

2 Grant us renew'd supplies of grace, 

According to our day, 
Arm us for ev'ry new distress 
That may attend our way. 

3 Whilst we pursue our various toils, 

At thy divine command, 
Afford us thy all- cheering smiles, 
And guard us by thy hand. 

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258 MISCELLANEOUS, 

4 To thy protection, gracious Lord, 
Our spirits we resign ; 
Conform us to thy will and word, 
And seal us ever thine. 

382. C. M. 

An Evening Hymn for a Family. 

1 God of eternal love, attend 

Our ev'ning sacrifice ; 
And let our feeble vows ascend 
Like incense to the skies. 

2 We live, supported by thy hand ; 

Thy mercy crowns our days ; 
Unnumber'd benefits demand 
A song of grateful praise. 

3 Now let the season of repose 

Be with thy favour blest ; 
Preserve us from those pains and woes 
That might disturb our rest. 

4 Thy guardian shield around us spread, 

While we are lost in sleep ; 
Let thy kind angels round our bed 
Their watchful stations keep. 

363. S. M. 

An Evening Hymn. 

1 The day is past and gone, 
The ev'ning shades appear ; 
O may we all remember well 
The night of death draws near. 



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2 We lay our garments by ; 
Upon our beds we rest ; 

So death will soon dissolye us all 
Of what we here possess. 

3 Lord keep us safe this night, 
Secure from all our fears ; 

May angels guard us while we sleep, 
Till morning light appears. 

4 And if we early rise, 

And view th' unwearied sun, 
May we set out to win the prize, 
And after glory run. 

5 And when our days are past, 
And we from time remove, 

O may we in thy bosom rest, 
The bosom of thy love. 

364. C. M. 

An Evening Hymn. Ps. xci. 5. 

1 Once more the cheerful sun's withdrawn, 

And darkness comes again ; 
How many since the morning dawn 
Have left th 5 abodes of men. 

2 We bless thee, Lord, that yet we live 

To close another day ; 
Our many trespasses forgive, 
And keep us in thy way. 

3 When we shall close our eyes in sleep, 

Preserve us safe from harm ; 
From mighty foes our dwelling keep, 
And guard us with thine arm ! 



260 MISCELLANEOUS. 

4 And should we sleep to wake no more, 
Till the last trumpet sound, 
May we in that decisive hour 
Among thy sheep be found. 

365. L. M. Kenn. 

An Evening Hymn. 

1 Glory to thee, my God, this night, 
For all the blessings of the light ; 
Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, 
Beneath thy own Almighty wings. 

2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, 
The ills which 1 this day have done ; 
That, with the world, myself and thee, 
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. 

3 O may my soul on thee repose, 

And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close ; 

Sleep that shall me more vigorous make, 

To serve mv God when I awake. 
•I 

4 If in the night I sleepless lie, 

My soul with heav'nly thoughts supply : 
Let no ill dreams disturb my rest, 
No pow'rs of darkness me molest. 

366. L. M. Watts. 
An Evening Hymn. 

1 Thus far the Lord has led me on, 
Thus far his povv'r prolongs my days, 
And ev'ry ev'ning shall make known 
Some fresh memorial of his grace. 



MISCELLANEOUS, 261 

2 Much of my time has run to waste, 
And I perhaps am near my home ; 
But he forgives ray follies past, 

And gives me strength for days to come. 

3 I lay my body down to sleep, 
Peace is the pillow for my head ; 
While well-appointed angels keep 
Their watchful stations round my bed. 

4 In vain the sons of earth and hell 
Tell me a thousand frightful things ; 
My God in safety makes me dwell 
Beneath the shadow of his wings. 

367. CM. Mason. 

An Evening Hymn, 

1 Now from the altar of our hearts, 

Let flames of incense rise ; 
Assist us, Lord, to offer up 
Our ev'ning sacrifice. 

2 Minutes and mercies multiply'd, 

Have made up all this day ; 
Minutes come quick, but mercies were 
More swift and free than they. 

3 New time, new favour, and new joys, 

Do a new song require ; 
Till we shall praise thee as we would, 
Accept our heart's desire. 

368. L. M. Watts. 
A Song for morning or evening, 

1 My God, how endless is thy love ! 
Thy gifts are ev'ry ev'ning new ; 



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And morning mercies from above, 
Gently distil like early dew. 

2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night, 
Great Guardian of my sleeping hours; 
Thy sov'reign word restores the light, 
And quickens all my drowsy pow'rs. 

3 I yield my pow'rs to thy command ; 
To thee I consecrate my days ; 
Perpetual blessings from thine hand 
Demand perpetual songs of praise. 

369. L. M. Watts. 

A morning or evening Psalm. 

1 My God, accept my early vows, 
Like morning incense in thine house ; 
And let my nightly worship rise, 
Sweet as the ev'ning sacrifice. 

2 Watch o'er my lips, and guard them, Lord, 
From ev^ry rash and heedless word ; 

Nor let my feet incline to tread 
The guilty paths where sinners lead. 

3 O may the righteous, when I stray, 
Smite and reprove my wand'ring way ! 
Their gentle words, like ointment shed, 
Shall never bruise but cheer my head. 

4 When I behold them prest with grief, 
I'll cry to heav'n for their relief; 
And by my warm petitions prove 
How much I prize their faithful love. 



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YOUTH AND OLD AGE. 



370. S. M. Fawcett. 
How shall a young man cleanse his way ? Ps. cxix. 9. 

1 With humble heart and tongue, 
My God, to thee I pray ; 

O make me learn whilst I am young, 
How I may cleanse my way. 

2 Now in my early days, 
Teach me thy will to know ; 

O God, thy sanctifying grace 
Do thou on me bestow. 

3 Make an unguarded youth 
The object of thy care ; 

Help me to choose the way of truth, 
And fly from e\^ry snare. 

4 My heart to folly prone, 
Renew by pow'r divine ; 

Unite it to thyself alone, 

And make me wholly thine. 

• 

5 G let thy word of grace 

My warmest thoughts employ ; 
Be this through all my folPwing days, 
My treasure and my joy. 

371. C. M. Doddridge. 

Young persons encouraged to seek and love Christ, 
Prov. viii. 17. 

1 Ye hearts with youthful vigour warm, 
In smiling crowds draw near, 



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And turn from ev'ry mortal charm, 
A Saviour's voice to hear. 

2 The soul that longs to see my face, 

Is sure my love to gain ; 
And those that early seek my grace, 
Shall never seek in vain. 

3 What object, Lord, my soul should move, 

If once compar'd with thee 1 
What beauty should command my love, 
Like what in Christ I see 1 

4 Away, ye false delusive toys, 

Vain tempters of the mind ! 
'Tis here I fix my lasting choice, 
And here true bliss I find. 



372. C. M. Fawcett. 

Youth. 

1 Religion is the chief concern 

Of mortals here below ; 
May I its great importance learn, 
Its sov'reign virtue know. 

2 More needful this, than glittering wealth, 

Or aught the world bestows ; 
Not reputation, food or health, 
Can give us such repose. 

3 Religion should our thoughts engage 

Amidst our youthful bloom ; 
'Twill fit us for declining age, 
And for the awful tomb. 



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4 Let deep repentance, faith, and love, 

Be join'd with godly fear ; 
And all my conversation prove 
My heart to be sincere. 

5 Let lively hope my soul inspire ; 

Let warm affections rise ; 
And may I wait with strong desire 
To mount above the skies. 

3? 3. CM. Taylor. 
Youth. 

1 Come, let us now forget our mirth, 

And think that we must die ; 
What are our best delights on earth, 
Compar'd with those on high ! 

2 Our pleasures here will soon be past, 

Our brightest joys decay ; 
But pleasures there for ever last, 
And cannot fade away. 

3 Here sins and sorrows we deplore, 

And many cares distress ; 
But there the mourners weep no more, 
And there the weary rest. 

4 Our dearest friends, when death shall call, 

At once must hence depart; 
But there we hope to meet them all, 
And never, never part. 

5 Then let us love and serve the Lord, 

With all our youthful pow'rs ; 
And we shall gain this great reward, 
This glory shall be ours. 
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266 MISCELLANEOUS. 

374. C. M. 

Old age approaching. 

1 Eternal God, enthron'd on high ! 

Whom angel hosts adore ; 
Who yet to suppliant dust art nigh ; 
Thy presence I implore. 

2 O guide me down the steep of age, 

And keep my passions cool ; 
Teach me to scan the sacred page, 
And practise ev'ry rule. 

3 My flying years time urges on, 

What's human must decay ; 
My friends, my young companions, gone, 
Can I expect to stay 1 

4 Ah ! no — then smooth the mortal hour, 

On thee my hope depends ; 
Support me with almighty pow'r, 
While dust to dust descends. 

375. C. M. Watts. 
The aged saints' reflection and hope. Ps. lxxi. 

1 My God, my everlasting hope* 

I live upon thy truth ; 
Thine hands have held my childhood up, 
And strengthened all my youth. 

2 Still has my life new wonders seen 

Repeated ev'ry year ; 
Behold my days that yet remain, 
I trust them to thy care. 



Miscellaneous. 267 

3 Cast me not off when strength declines, 

When hoary hairs arise ; 
And round me let thy glory shine, 
Whene'er thy servant dies. 

4 When I lie bury'd deep in dust, 

My flesh shall be thy care ; 
These with'ring limbs with thee I trust, 
To raise them strong and fair. 



SICKNESS AND RECOVERY, 



376. C. M. Stennett. 

Pleading with God under Affliction. 

1 Why should a living man complain 

Of deep distress within, 
Since ev'ry sigh, and ev'ry pain, 
Is but the fruit of sin ? 

2 No, Lord, I'll patiently submit, 

Nor ever dare rebel ; 
Yet sure I may, here at thy feet, 
My painful feelings tell. 

3 Thou seest what floods of sorrow rise, 

And beat upon my soul ; 
Deep calls to deep ; O hear my cry, 
While stormy billows roll. 

4 Yet through the stormy clouds I'll look 

Once more to thee, my God ; 



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fix my feet upon a rock, 
Beyond the gaping flood. 

5 One look of mercy from thy face 
Will set my heart at ease ; 
One all-commanding word of grace 
Will make the tempest cease. 

3T7. C. M. Watts. 
Benefit of Afflictions and support under them. Ps. cxix. 

1 Consider all my sorrows, Lord, 

And thy deliv'rance send ; 
My soul for thy salvation faints, 
When will my troubles end ? 

2 Yet I have found 'tis good for me 

To bear my Father's rod ; 
Afflictions make me learn thy law, 
And live upon my God. 

3 This is the comfort I enjoy, 

When new distress begins, 

1 read thy word, I run thy way, 

And hate my former sins. 

4 Had not thy word been my delight 

When earthly joys were fled, 
My soul, oppress'd with sorrow's weight, 
Had sunk amongst the dead. 

5 I know thy judgments, Lord, are right, 

Though they may seem severe ; 
The sharpest suff 'rings [ endure 
Flow from thy faithful care. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 269 

378. C. M. Steele. 

Desiring the presence of God in Affliction. 

1 Thou only centre of my rest, 

Look down with pitying eye, 
While with protracted pain opprest, 
1 breathe the plaintive sigh. 

2 Thy gracious presence, O my God, 

My ev'ry wish contains ; 
With this, beneath affliction's load, 
My heart no more complains. 

3 This can my ev'ry care control, 

Gild each dark scene with light ; 
This is the sunshine of the soul, 
Without it all is night. 

4 My Lord, my life, O cheer my heart 

With thy reviving ray, 
And bid these mournful shades depart, 
And bring the dawn of day ! 

5 O happy scenes of pure delight ! 

Where thy full beams impart 
Unclouded beauty to the sight, 
And rapture to the heart. 

379. S. M. Beddome. 

Submission under Affliction. 

1 Dost thou my profit seek, 
And chasten as a friend ? 
O God, I'll kiss the smarting rod, 
There's honey at the end. 
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270 MISCELLANEOUS. 

2 Dost thou through death's dark vale 
Conduct to heav'n at last ? 

The future good will make amends 
For all the evil past. 

3 Lord, I would not repine 
At strokes in mercy sent ; 

Since the chastisement comes in love, 
My soul shall be content. 

380. C. M. Watts. 

Recovery from sickness. 

1 I love the Lord : he heard my cries, 

And pity'd ev'ry groan ; 
Long as I live, when troubles rise, 
I'll hasten to his throne. 

2 I love the Lord : he bow'd his ear, 

And chas'd my griefs away; 
O let my heart no more despair, 
While I have breath to pray ! 

3 My God, I cry'd, thy servant save, 

Thou ever good and just ; 
Thy pow'r can rescue from the grave, 
Thy pow'r is all my trust. 

4 The Lord beheld me sore distrest, 

He bid my pains remove : 
Return, my soul, to God thy rest, 
For thou hast known his love, 

5 My God hath sav'd my soul from death, 

And dry'd my falling tears : 



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Now to his praise I'll spend my breath, 
And my remaining years. 

381. C. M. Watts. 

The true improvement of life. 

1 And is this life prolong'd to me ? 

Are days and seasons giv'n ? 
O let me then prepare to be 
A fitter heir of heav'n. 

2 Now cleanse my soul from ev'ry sin, 

By my Redeemer's blood ; 
Now let my flesh and soul begin, 
The honours of my God. 

3 Let me no more my soul beguile 

With sin's deceitful toys ; 
Let cheerful hope increasing still, 
Approach to heav'nly joys. 

4 My thankful lips shall then proclaim 

The wonders of thy praise ; 
And spread the savour of thy name 
Where'er I spend my days. 

5 On earth let my example shine, 

And when I leave this state, 
May heav'n receive this soul of mine 
To bliss supremely great. 

382. S. M. Doddridge. 

The benefit of sanctified Affliction. 

1 How gracious, and how wise, 
Is our chastising God ! 



272 MISCELLANEOUS, 

And oh, how rich the blessings are, 
Which blossom from his rod ! 

2 He lifts it up on high 
With pity in his heart, 

That ev'ry stroke his children feel 
May grace and peace impart. 

3 Instructed thus they bow, 
And own his sovereign sway; 

They turn their erring footsteps back 
To his forsaken way. 

4 His cov'nant love they seek, 
And seek the happy bands, 

That closer still engage their heart* 
To honour his commands. 

5 Supported by thy love, 

We tend to realms of peace ; 
Where ev'ry pain shall far remove, 
And ev'ry frailty cease. 

383. S. M. Watts. 

Spiritual and Temporal Mercies. Ps. ciii. 

1 O bless the Lord, my soul ! 
Let all within me join, 

And aid my tongue to bless his name, 
Whose favours are divine. 

2 bless the Lord, my soul ! 
Nor let his mercies lie 

Forgotten in unthankfulness, 
And without praises die. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 273 

3 'Tis he forgives thy sins, 
'Tis he relieves thy pain, 

'Tis he that heals thy sicknesses, 
And makes thee young again. 

4 He crowns thy life with love, 
When ransom'd from the grave, 

He that redeem'd my soul from hell, 
Hath sov'reign pow'r to save. 

5 He fills the poor with good ; 
He gives the suff'rers rest : 

The Lord hath judgments for the pioud> 
And justice for th' opprest. 

6 His wond'rous works and ways 
He made by Moses known ; 

But sent the world his truth and grace 
By his beloved Son. 



FUNERAL HYMNS. 



384. C. M. Fawcett. 

Youth admonished. 

1 Unthinking mortals, ye must die, 

Behold the king of dread, 
Prepar'd to let the arrow fly 
That ranks you with the dead I 

2 Your youth and strength will nought avail, 

To guard you in that day ; ^ 



274 MISCELLANEOUS. 

Your wealth and honour then will fail, 
Your beauty fade away. 

3 The finest nerves will be unstrung, 

And ev'ry motion die ; 
Silent the captivating tongue, 
And dim the sparkling eye. 

4 O could we realize the scene, 

And view the change as near ! 
This world would then appear more vain, 
The next employ our care. 

5 May we in waiting posture stand, 

Prepar'd to take our flight ; 
When gentle death, with friendly hand, 
Shall change our faith to sight! 

385. L. M. Watts. 
Man mortal, and God eternal. Ps. xc. 

1 Through evhy age, eternal God, 
Thou art our rest, our safe abode ; 

High was thy throne ere heaven was made, 
Or earth, thy humble footstool, laid. 

2 Long hadst thou reign'd ere time began, 
Or dust was fashion'd into man ; 

And long thy kingdom shall endure, 
When earth and time shall be no more. 

3 But man, weak man, is born to die, 
Made up of guilt and vanity : 

Thy dreadful sentence, Lord, was just, 
Return, ye sinners, to your dust. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 275 

4 A thousand of our years amount 
Scarce to a day in thine account ; 
Like yesterday's departing light, 
Or the last watch of ending night. 

386. L. M. Steele. 

The shortness of time, and frailty of man. Ps. xxxix, 

1 Almighty Maker of my frame, 
Teach me the measure of my days ! 
Teach me to know how frail I am, 
And spend the remnant to thy praise. 

2 My days are shorter than a span ; 
A little point my life appears ; 
How frail, at best, is dying man ! 
How vain are all his hopes and fears ! 

3 Vain his ambition, noise, and show ! 
Vain are the cares which rack his mind ! 
He heaps up treasures mix'd with wo, 
And dies, and leaves them all behind. 

4 Oh, be a nobler portion mine, 

My God ! I bow before thy throne ; 
Earth's fleeting treasures I resign, 
And fix my hope on thee alone. 

387. C. M. Steele. 
At the Funeral of a young person. 

1 When blooming youth is snatch'd away 
By death's resistless hand, 
Our hearts the mournful tribute pay* 
Which pity must demand. 



276 MISCELLANEOUS. 

2 While pity prompts the rising sigh, 

O may this truth, imprest 
With awful povv'r, I, too, must die, 
Sink deep in e\^ry breast ! 

3 Let this vain world engage no more ; 

Behold the gaping tomb ! 
It bids us seize the present hour, 
To-morrow death may come. 

4 The voice of this alarming scene, 

May ev'ry heart obey ; 
Nor be the heav'nly warning vain, 
Which calls to watch and pray. 

5 O let us fly, to Jesus fly, 

Whose powerful arm can save ; 
Then shall our hopes ascend on high, 
And triumph o'er the grave. 



TIME AND ETERNITY. 



388. S. M. Watts. 
The shortness and frailty of life. Psalm xc. 

Lord, what a feeble piece 
Is this our mortal frame ! 
Our life, how poor a trifle 'tis, 
That scarce deserves the name ! 

Alas ! the brittle clay, 
That built our body first ! 



MISCELLANEOUS. 277 

And ev'ry month, and ev'ry day, 
'Tis mould'ring back to dust. 

3 Our moments fly apace, 
Nor will our minutes stay ; 

Just like a flood our hasty days 
Are sweeping us away. 

4 Well, if our days must fly, 
We'll keep their end in sight, 

We'll spend them all in wisdom's way, 
And let them speed their flight. 

5 They'll waft us sooner o'er 
This life's tempestuous sea ; 

Soon we shall reach the peaceful shore 
Of blest eternity. 

389. C. M. Hoskins. 

Time is short. 1 Cor, vii, 29. 

1 The time is short ! the season near, 

When death will us remove, 
To leave our friends, however dear, 
And all we fondly love. 

2 The time is short ! sinners beware, 

Nor trifle time away ; 
The word of great salvation hear, 
While it is call'd to-day. 

3 The time is short ! ye rebels, now 

To Christ the Lord submit ; 
To mercy's golden sceptre bow, 
And fall at Jesus' feet. 

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278 MISCELLANEOUS. 

4 The time is short ! ye saints rejoice, 

The Lord will quickly come ; 
Soon shall you hear the Bridegroom's voice? 
To call you to your home. 

5 The time is short ! the moment near, 

When we shall dwell above ; 
And be for ever happy there, 
With Jesus, whom we love. 

390. L. M. Doddridge. 
Ttie wisdom of redeeming time. Eph. v. 15, 16. 

1 God of eternity, from thee 
Did infant time his being draw ; 
Moments, and days, and months, andyears? 
Revolve by thine unvary'd law. 

2 Silent and slow they glide away ; 
Steady and strong the current flows, 
Lost in eternity's wide sea, 

The boundless gulf, from whence it rose. 

3 With it the thoughtless sons of men, 
Before the rapid streams are borne, 
On to that everlasting home, 
Whence not one soul can e'er return. 

4 Great source of wisdom ! teach my heart 
To know the price of ev'ry hour ; 

That time may bear me on to joys 
Beyond its measure, and its pow'r. 

391. L. M. Steele. 
Eternity joyful and tremendous. 
1 Eternity is just at hand ! 
And shall I waste my ebbing sand, 



MISCELLANEOUS. 279 

And careless view departing day, 
And throw my inch of time away? 

2 Eternity ! tremendous sound ! 

To guilty souls a dreadful wound ! 
But oh ! if Christ and heav'n be mine, 
How sweet the accents ! how divine ! 

3 Be this my chief, my only care, 
My high pursuit, my ardent pray'r ! 
An int'rest in the Saviour's blood, 

My pardon seal'd, and peace with God. 

4 Search, Lord ! oh search my inmost heart, 
And light, and hope, and joy impart ; 
From guilt and error set me free, . 

And guide me safe to heav'n and thee. 



DEATH ANI> RESURRECTION. 



392. C. M. Doddridge. 

Death and judgment appointed for all. Heb. ix. 27, 

1 Heav'n has confirmed the great decree, 

That Adam's race must die ; 
One gen'ral ruin sweeps them down, 
And low in dust they lie. 

2 Ye living men, the tombs survey, 

Where you must quickly dwell ; 
Hark ! how the awful summons sounds 
In ev^ry fun'ral knell. 



280 MISCELLANEOUS. 

3 Once you must die ; and once for all 

The solemn purport weigh ; 
For know, that heav'n or hell attend 
On that important day. 

4 Those eyes, so long in darkness veiPd, 

Must wake, the judge to see ; 
And ev'ry word and ev'ry thought, 
Must pass his scrutiny. 

5 O may we, in the judge behold 

Our Saviour and our Friend ! 
And, far beyond the reach of death, 
With all his saints ascend. 

393. C. M. Watts. 

Frail life and succeeding eternity. 

1 Thee we adore, Eternal Name, 

And humbly own to thee, 
How feeble is our mortal frame ; 
What dying worms are we ! 

2 Dangers stand thick through all the ground, 

To push us to the tomb ; 
And fierce diseases wait around, 
To hurry mortals home. 

3 Great God ! on what a slender thread 

Hang everlasting things ; 
Th' eternal states of all the dead 5 
Upon life's feeble strings. 

4 Infinite joy, or endless wo, 

Attends on ev'ry breath ; 



MISCELLANEOUS. 281 

And yet how unconcern'd we go 
Upon the brink of death. 

5 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense, 
To walk this dang'rous road ; 
And if our souls be hurry'd hence, 
May they be found with God. 

394. S. M. Newton. 

"Let me die the death of the righteous" Num. xxiii. 10. 

1 How blest the righteous are 
When they resign their breath ! 

No wonder Balaam wish'd to share 
In such a happy death, 

2 Oh ! let me die, said he y 
The death the righteous do ; 

When life is ended, let me be 
Found with the faithful few. 

3 The force of truth, how great ! 
When enemies confess ; 

None but the righteous whom they hate, 
A solid hope possess. 

4 But Balaam's wish was vain, 
His heart was insincere ; 

He thirsted for unrighteous gain, 
And sought his portion here. 

5 May we, O Lord, most high, 
Warning from hence receive ; 

If like the righteous we would die, 
To choose the life they live. 

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282 MISCELLANEOUS, 

395. S. M. Watts. 

Triumph over death, in hope of the resurrection. 
1 And must this body die 1 
This noble frame decay ? 
And must these active limbs of mine 
Lie mould'ring in the clay 1 

Corruption, earth, and worms, 
Can but destroy this flesh, 
Till my triumphant Saviour comes, 
To put it on afresh. 

3 God, my Redeemer, lives, 
And often from the skies 

Looks down, and watches o'er my dust, 
Till he shall bid it rise. 

4 Array'd in glorious grace, 
Shall these our bodies shine ; 

And ev'ry shape, and ev'ry face, 
Look heav'nly and divine. 

5 These lively hopes we owe 
To Jesus' dying love ; 

We would adore his grace below, 
And sing his pow'r above. 

6 Dear Lord, accept the praise 
Of these our humble songs, 

Till tunes of nobler sound we raise 
With our immortal tongues. 

396. C.' M. Watts. 

A prospect of heaven makes death easy, 
1 There is a land of pure delight, 
Where saints immortal reign ; 



MISCELLANEOUS. 283 

Infinite day excludes the night. 
And pleasures banish pain. 

2 There everlasting spring abides, 

And never-with'ring flow'rs ; 
Death, like a narrow sea, divides 
This heav'nly land from ours. 

3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood, 

Stand drest in living green ; 
So to the Jews old Canaan stood, 
And Jordan roll'-d between. 

4 But tirn'rous mortals start and shrink, 

To cross this narrow sea ; 
And linger, shiv'ring on the brink, 
And fear to launch away. 

5 O ! could we make our doubts remove, 

Those gloomy doubts that rise, 
And see the Canaan that we love, 
With unbeclouded eyes ! 

6 Could we but climb where Moses stood, 

And view the landscape o'er, 
Not Jordan's streams, nor death's cold flood, 
Could fright us from the shore. 



39!. C. M. Watts. 

Death and immediate glory. 2 Cor. v. 1, 5 — 8. 

There is a house not made with hands, 

Eternal and on high, 
Where, when the maker God commands, 

Our waiting souls shall fly. 



284 MISCELLANEOUS, 

2 Ere long this prison of our clay 

Must be dissolv'd, and fall ; 
Then shall we joyfully obey 
Our heav'nly Father's call. 

3 'Tis he, by his almighty grace, 

That forms us meet for heav'n ; 
And, as an earnest of the place, 
Has his own Spirit giv'n. 

4 We walk by faith of joys to come, 

As promis'd in the word ; 
But, while the body is our home, 
We're absent from the Lord. 



JUDGMENT. 



398. 8, 7, 4. 

1 Lo ! he comes, with clouds descending, 

Once for favour'd sinners slain : 

Thousand thousand saints attending, 

Swell the triumph of his train ; 

Hallelujah' ! 
Jesus now shall ever reign, 

S Ev'ry eye shall now behold him, 
Rob'd in dreadful majesty : 
Those who set at nought and sold him, 
Pierc'd and nail'd him to the tree, 

Deeply wailing, 
Shall the true Messiah see. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 285 

Ev'ry island, sea, and mountain, 
Heav'n and earth shall flee away: 

All who hate him must, confounded, 
Hear the trump proclaim the day : 

Come to judgment! 
Come to judgment ! come away ! 

Now redemption, long expected, 

See in solemn pomp appear ! 
All his saints, by man rejected, 

Rise to meet him in the air : 
Hallelujah ! 

See the day of God appear ! 



399. C. M. Stennett. 

1 He comes ! he comes ! to judge the world, 

Aloud th' archangel cries! 
While thunders roll from pole to pole, 
And light'nings cleave the skies. 

2 Princes and peasants here expect 

Their last, their righteous doom ; 
The men who dar'd his grace reject, 
And they who dar'd presume. 

3 Amid the shouts of num'rous friends, 

Of hosts divinely bright, 
The Judge in solemn pomp descends, 
Array'd in robes of light. 

4 His head and hairs are white as snow, 

His eyes a fiery flame, 
A radiant crown adorns his brow, 
And Jesus is his name. 



286 MISCELLANEOUS, 

5 Writ on his thigh his name appears, 

And scars his victories tell : 
Lo ! in his hand the conq'ror bears 
The keys of death and hell. 

6 So he ascends the judgment-seat, 

And at his dread command, 
Myriads of creatures round his feet, 
In solemn silence stand. 

400. S. M. Doddridge, 

1 .And will the Judge descend? 

And must the dead arise'? 
And not a single soul escape 
His all- discerning eyes 1 

2 How will my heart endure 
The terrors of that day ; 

When earth and heav'n, before his face, 
Astonish'd, shrink away? 

3 But ere the trumpet shakes 
The mansions of the dead ; 

Hark ! from the gospel's cheering sound, 
What joyful tidings spread ! 

4 Ye sinners, seek his grace, 
Whose wrath ye cannot bear ; 

Fly to the shelter of his cross, 
And find salvation there. 

5 So shall that curse remove, 
By which the Saviour bled ; 

And the last awful day shall pour 
His blessing on your head. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 287 

401. L. M. Needham* 
The books opened. Rev. xx. 12. 

1 Methinks the last great day is come, 
Methinks I hear the trumpet sound, 
That shakes the earth, rends ev'ry tomb, 
And wakes the pris'ners under ground. 

2 The mighty deep gives up her trust, 
Aw'd by the Judge's high command ; 
Both small and great now quit their dust, 
And round the dread tribunal stand. 

3 Behold the awful books display'd, 
Big with th' important fates of men ; 
Each deed and word now public made, 
As wrote by Heav'n's unerring pen. 

4 To ev'ry soul, the books assign 
The joyous or the dread reward : 
Sinners, in vain lament and pine ; 
No pleas the Judge will here regard. 

5 Lord, when these awful leaves unfold, 
May life's fair book my soul approve : 
There may I read my name enroll'd, 
And triumph in redeeming love. 



PARTICULAR SEASONS. 



402. L. M. Doddridge. 

For a New Year's day. 
1 Great God, we sing that mighty hand, 
By which supported still we stand ; 



288 MISCELLANEOUS. 

The op'ning year thy mercy shows ; 
Let mercy crown it till it close. 

2 By day, by night, at home, abroad, 
Still we are guarded by our God ; 
By his incessant bounty fed, 

By his unerring counsel led. 

3 With grateful hearts the past we own ; 
The future, all to us unknown, 

We to thy guardian care commit, 
And peaceful leave before thy feet. 

4 In scenes exalted or depress'd, 
Thou art our joy, and thou our rest ; 
Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise, 
Ador'd through all our changing days. 

5 When death shall interrupt these songs, 
And seal in silence mortal tongues, 
Our Helper-God, in whom we trust, 

In better worlds our souls shall boast. 



403. L. M. Doddridge. 

Close of the year. 

1 My helper God ! I bless his name ; 
The same his pow'r, his grace the same ; 
The tokens of his friendly care 

Open and crown, and close the year. 

2 I 'midst ten thousand dangers stand, 
Supported by his guardian hand ; 
And see, when I survey my ways, 
Ten thousand monuments of praise. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 289 

3 Thus far his arm hath led me on ; 
Thus far I make his mercy known ; 
And while I tread this desert land, 
New mercies shall new songs demand. 

4 My joyful soul .on Jordan's shore 
Shall raise one sacred pillar more ; 
Then bear, in his bright courts above, 
Inscriptions of immortal love. 



404. L. M. Doddridge. 
The seasons crowned with goodness. Ps. lxv. 11. 

1 Eternal source of ev'ry joy ! 

Well may thy praise our lips employ, 

While in thy temple we appear, 

Whose goodness crowns the circling year. 

2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll, 
Thy hand supports the steady pole ; 
The sun is taught by thee to rise, 
And darkness when to veil the skies. 

3 The flow'ry spring at thy command, 
Perfumes the air and paints the land ; 
The summer rays with vigour shine, 
To raise the corn and cheer the vine. 

1 Thy hand in autumn richly pours, 
Through all our coasts redundant stores ; 
And winters, soften'd by thy care, 
No more the face of horror wear. 

5 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days, 
Demand successive songs of praise ; 
25 



290 MISCELLANEOUS. 

And be the grateful homage paid, 
With morning light and ev'ning shade. 

6 Here in thy house let incense rise, 
And circling sabbaths bless our eyes, 
Till to those lofty heights we soar, 
Where days and years revolve no more* 

405. C. M. 

A birth-day hymn. 

1 And now, my soul, another year 

Of my short life is past ; 
I cannot long continue here, 
And this may be my last, 

2 Much of my dubious life is gone. 

Nor will return again ; 
And swift my passing moments run, 
The few that yet remain. 

3 Awake, my soul ! with utmost care 

Thy true condition learn ; 
What are thy hopes, how sure, how fair ; 
And what thy great concern? 

4 Hold fast thy faith ; live to tin God, 

And on bis grace depend ; 
Wntfozeai pursue the heav'oly road, 

Nor doubt a happy end. 

406. C. M. Addison. 
The traveller's hymn. 

I How are thy servants bless'd, O Lord, 
How sure is their defence ! 



MISCELLANEOUS 291 

Eternal wisdom is their guide, 
Their help, Omnipotence. 

2 In foreign realms, and lands remote, 

Supported by thy care, 
Through burning climes they pass unhurt, 
And breathe in tainted air. 

3 When by the dreadful tempest borne, 

High on the broken wave, 
They know thou art not slow to hear, 
Nor impotent to save. 

4 The storm is laid, the winds retire, 

Obedient to thy will ; 
The sea, that roars at thy command, 
At thy command is still. 

5 In midst of dangers, fears, and deaths, 

Thy goodness we'll adore ; 
We'll praise thee for thy mercies past, 
And humbly hope for more. 

40T. 148th. Cowper. 
Types of Christ, or, Old Testament Gospel. 

1 Israel, in ancient days, 
Not only had a view 
Of Sinai in a blaze, 

But learn'd the gospel too : 
The types and figures were a glass, 
In which they saw the Saviour's face, 

2 The paschal sacrifice, 

And blood-besprinkled door. 



292 MISCELLANEOUS. 

Seen with eulighten'd eyes, 
And once apply 'cl with pow'r ; 
Would teach the need of other blood, 
To reconcile the world to God. 

3 The lamb, the dove, set forth 
His perfect innocence, 

Whose blood of matchless worth 
Should be the soul's defence ; 
For he, who can for sin atone, 
Must have no failings of his own, 

4 The scape-goat, on Km head 
The people's trespass bore, 
And to the desert led, 

Was to be seen no more ; 
In him, our surety seem'd to say, 
Behold, I bear your sins away. 

5 Dipt in his fellow's blood, 
The living bird went free; 
The type well understood, 
Express'd the sinner's plea: 

Describ'd a guilty soul enlarged, 
And by a Saviour's death discharg'd. 

6 Jesus, I love to trace, 
Throughout the sacred page, 
The footsteps of thy grace, 
The same in ev'ry age : 

O grant that I may faithful be, 
To clearer light, vouchsaf 'd to me. 



ALPHABETIC A I, IffDEX! 



OF 



t.;e first ll\e of each hymn, 



A glory gilds the sacred page 
A good High Priest has come 
Afflicted saint, to Christ draw near 
Ah, wretched souls, who strive in vain 
All hail, incarnate God 
Almighty Father, gracious Lord 
Almighty Maker of my frame 
Aloud we sing the wond'rous grace 
And art thou with us, gracious Lord 
And can our hearts aspire so high 
And did the holy and the just 
And is the gospel peace and love 
And is this life prolonged to me 
And must this body die 
And now, my soul, another year 
j(lnd will the great eternal God 
And will the Judge descend 
Another six days' work is done 
Are we the soldiers of the cross 
Arise, O King of grace, arise 
As the sun's enliv'ning ray 
Attend, ye children of our God 
At thy command, our dearest Lord 
Awake, awake, O drowsy soul 
Awake, awake, the sacred song 
Awake, my soul, and with the sun 
Awake, our souls, and bless his name 



Hymn, 

109 

86 
143 
356 
334 

21 
386 
178 
138 
222 
311 

40 
381 
395 
405 
266 
400 
289 
192 
267 
338 
263 
306 
234 

29 
357 

82 



294 



INDEX. 



Awake, our souls, away our fears 
Awake, our souls, stretch ev'ry nerve 
Awake our zeal, awake our lo^e 
Awake, sweet gratitude, and sing 
Away from ev'ry mortal care 

Before Jehovah's awful throne 

Begin, our tongues, some heav'nlv theme 

Behold ! the grace appears 

Behold the morning sun 

Behold the Saviour of mankind 

Behold the sure foundation stone 

Behold the wretch whose lusts and wine 

Bless'd be the everlasting God 

Bless'd Jesus, source of grace divine 

Bless'd is the man whose soft'ning heart 

Blest are the sons of peace 

Blest are the souls that hear and know 

Blest be Ihe dear uniting love 

Blest be the tie that binds 

By God's sure word we know 

Children of the heav'nly King 
Christ is risen from the dead . 
Christ, the Lord, is ris'n to-day 
Come, all ye souls, by sin oppress'd 
Come hither, all ye weary souls 
Come humble souls, ye mourners come 
Come, let us now forget our mirth . 
Come, let us join our cheerful songs 
Come, sinners, saith the mighty God 
Come, thou long expected Jesus 
Come, weary souls, w T ith sins distress'd 
Come, we that love the Lord 
Come, ye that love the Saviour's name 
Come, ye weary, heavy laden 
Consider all my sorrows, Lord 

Dear Father, bow our stubborn will 
Dear Lord ! and shall thy Spirit rest 
Dear Saviour ! when our thoughts recall 
Deep are the wounds which sin has made 
Depraved minds on ashes feed 



INDEX. 



295 



Destruction's dang'rous road 
Dismiss us with thy blessing, Lord 
Do we believe what Jesus saith 
Do we not know that solemn word 
Dost thou my profit seek 

Early upon the first-day morn 
Eternal God, enthron'd on high 
Eternal Pow'r ! whose high abode . 
Eternal source of ev'ry joy 
Eternity is just at hand . 
Exalted Prince of life, we own 

Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss 
Faith is the brightest evidence 
Fantastic delights no more we desire 
Far as thy name is known 
Father of all, thy care we bless 
Father of mercies, bow thine ear 
Father of mercies, in thy word 
Father, we sing thy wond'rous grace 
Forgiveness ! 'tis a joyful sound 
Fountain of blessing ever bless'd 
Frequent the day of God returns 
From all that dwell below the skies 

Give thanks to God most high 

Give us the wings of faith, to rise 

Glorious things of thee are spoken 

Glory to God ! who reigns above 

Glory to th' eternal King 

Glory to thee, my God, this night 

God, in the gospel of his Son 

God of eternal love, attend 

God of eternity, from thee 

God of the morning, at whose voice 

Go teach the nations, and baptize 

Grace ! 'tis a charming sound 

Great Father of mankind 

Great God, and is thy table spread 

Great God, we in thy courts appear 

Great God, we own the sentence just 

Great God, we sinsr that mighty hand 



Hymn. 
232 
294 
193 
254 
379 

51 

374 

13 

404 

391 

69 

160 
154 
221 
270 
353 
327 
105 

41 
122 
188 
290 

11 

10 
230 
269 

90 
9 
365 
111 
362 
390 
360 
250 
116 
265 
314 
257 
348 
40? 



296 



INDEX. 



Great is our God on Zion's hill 
Great is the Lord; his works of might 
Great Lord of earth, and sea, and skies 
Great Sov'reign of the earth and sky 
Great Zion's King, we suppliant bow 



Had we the tongues of Greeks and Jews 

Hail! hail! the happy wish'd for time 

Happy thie heart where graces reign 

Happy the souls in Jesus join'd 

Hark how the gospel-trumpet sounds 

Hark : the glad sound, the Saviour's come 

Hark ! the herald-angels sing 

Hark ! 'tis the Saviour's voice we hear 

He comes ! he comes ! to judge the world 

He dy'd, the Friend of sinners dy'd 

He lives, the great Redeemer lives 

Hear, gracious Sov'reign ! from thy throne 

Hear what the voice from heav'n proclaims 

Heav'n has confirm'd the great decree 

Here at the water we appear . 

Here at thy table, Lord, we meet 

High in the heav'ns, eternal God 

Hither, ye lab'ring sinners, come 

Ho ! ev'ry one that thirsts, draw nigh 

Hosanna to the King 

Hosanna to the Prince of light 

Hosanna to the royal Son 

How are thy servants bless'd, O Lord 

How blest the righteous are 

How charming is the place 

How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord 

How free and boundless is the grace 

How gracious, and how wise 

How honourable is the place . 

How lovely, how divinely sweet 

How oft have sin and Satan strove 

How pleasant, how divinely fair 

How pleasing to behold and see 

How precious are thy statutes, Lord 

How precious is the book divine 

How rich are thy provisions, Lord 

How shall we our Saviour set forth 



ixdf;x. 



;^7 



How sweet, how heav'nly is the sight 
How vast the blessings, how divine 
Humble souls who seek salvation 



I love the Lord : he heard my cries 
If duty calls, and suffering too 
In ev'ry trouble, sharp and strong 
In Jordan's tide the Baptist stands 
In raptures let our hearts ascend 
In thee, thou all-sufficient God 
Infinite excellence is thine 
Is there ambition in our heart 
Israel, in ancient days 
It is the Lord, enthron'd in light 
It shall be well, let sinners know- 



Jehovah reigns; he dwells in light 
Jesus, dear name, how sweet the sound 
Jesus, how precious is thy name 
Jesus invites his saints 
Jesus, mighty King in Zion 
Jesus, our Saviour, and our God 
Jesus, the spring of joys divine 
Jesus, thou lowly bleeding Lamb 
Jesus, thy blessings are not few 
Jesus, we love thy charming name 
Jesus, we sing thy matchless grace 
Join'd in the bonds of sacred \o\e : 
Joy to the world ; Messiah's come . 

Kind are the words that Jesus speaks 
Kindred in Christ, for his dear sake 

Laden with guilt, and full of fears . 

Let all our tongues be one 

Let ev'ry mortal ear attend 

Let God's redeemed join in songs . 

Let him to whom we now belong 

Let not your hearts within you grieve 

Let party names no more 

Let us not sorrow, when our friends 

Let Zion's watchmen all awake 

Lo ! he comes, with cfouds descending 



Hymn. 
174 
194 
252 

380 
228 
168 
247 

59 
336 

81 
201 
407 
220 
225 

2 

237 

93 
302 
255 
207 

96 
325 
128 
172 

85 
324 

30 

139 
335 

107 

312 

125 

44 

199 
100 
177 
349 
326 
398 



298 



INDEX. 



Lo i what a glorious corner-stone 

Lo ! what an entertaining sight 

Lo ! Wisdom stands with smiling face 

Look back, ye saints, with grateful love 

Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing . 

Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing . 

Lord, dost thou show a corner-stone 

Lord, hast thou call'd us by thy grace 

Lord, hast thou made us know thy ways 

Lord, if thou thy grace impart 

Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear 

Lord, let thy presence now attend 

Lord of Hosts, how lovely fair 

Lord of the sabbath, hear our vows 

Lord of the worlds above 

Lord, thou hast search'd and seen us through 

Lord, 'tis a pleasant thing to stand . 

Lord, we adore thy wond'rous grace 

Lord, we confess our num'rous faults 

Lord, we have made thy word our choice 

Lord, what a feeble piece 

Lord, when thou didst ascend on high 

Lord, while around thy board we meet 

Loud let the tuneful trumpet sound 



May the grace of Christ our Saviour 
Methinks the last great day is come 
Mistaken souls, that dream of heav'n 
Mortals, awake, with angels join 
My God, accept my early vows 
My God, how endless is thy love 
My God, my everlasting hope 
My helper God ! I bless his name 

Nature with open volume stands 

Not all the blood of beasts 

Not difPrent food, nor different dress 

Not the malicious or profane 

Not to condemn the sons of men 

Not with our mortal eyes 

Now fo ilow with thy pow'r, O Lord 

Now from the altar of our hearts 

Now i? th' accepted time . 



INDEX. 



299 



Now let each happy guest 

Now let our cheerful eyes survey 

Now let our mournful songs record 

Now let our voices join 

Now let us raise our cheerful strains 

Now may the God of peace and love 

Now may the God of peace and love 

Now to the Lamb, that once was slain 

O Bless the Lord, my soul 

O for a shout of sacred joy 

O God of mercy ! hear our call 

O God, our Saviour and our King 

O Lord, we would delight in thee 

O that the Lord would guide our waj 

O Thou, whose tender mercy hears 

O what amazing words of grace 

O what stupendous mercy shines 

O'er the gloomy hills of darkness 

On Zion, his most holy mount 

Once more, before we part 

Once more, O Lord, we have receiv'd 

Once more the cheerful sun's withdrawn 

Our dearest friends depart and die 

Our God, how cheerful is the sound 

Our gracious Redeemer we love 

Our Jesus, while in mortal flesh 

Our Lord is risen from the dead 

Our souls shall magnify the Lord 

Our spirits look to God alone . 

Our times of sorrow and of joy 



'tis a grace divine 



Patience ! O, 

Praise ye the Lord, exalt his name 
Praise ye the Lord, 'tis good to raise 
Proclaim, saith Christ, my wond'rous grace 



Reform, and be immers'd 
Rejoice, the Lord is King 
Rejoice, ye righteous, in the Lord 
Religion is the chief concern 
Repent, the voice celestial cries 
Rise, O our souls, pursue the path 



Hymn. 

322 
73 
47 

205 

67 

198 

292 

298 

383 
61 
214 
179 
189 
147 
217 
241 
185 
330 
1J2 
297 
318 
364 
34G 
140 
170 
161 
57 
26 
158 
219 

236 

8 

24 

261 

253 
65 
15 

372 
245 
159 



3.90 



1 \ DEX. 



Rock of asres, 



:ltei 



Hymn. 

95 



Salvation ! O melodious sound 
Salvation! O the joyful sound 
Salvation, what a glorious plan 
Saviour divine ! we praise thy name 
Saviour of men, and Lord of love 
See how the rising sun 
See how the willing converts trace 
Shall the redeem'd above 
Should bounteous nature kindly pom- 
Shout, for the blessed Jesus reigns . 
Sing to the Lord above 
Sing to the Lord that built the skies 
Sing, ye redeemed of the Lord 
Sinners, behold that downward road 
Sinners, behold the Lamb of God . 
Sinners, the voice of God regard 
Sinners, you are now address'd 
Sitting around our Father's board 
So did the Hebrew prophet raise 
So fair a face bedew'd with tears 
So let our lips and lives express 
Soldiers of Christ, arise . 
Soldiers of Christ, arise . 
Sov'reign of life, we own thy hand 
Stand up, ye saints, and boldly march 
Stop, poor sinner, stop and think 
Stretch'don the cross, the Saviour dy J d 
Submissive to thy will, O God 
Sweet is the mem'ry of thy grace 
Sweet is the work, O God, our King 

Thanks to thy name, O Lord, that we 

The day is past and gone 

The fountain of Christ, with pleasure we 

The God of love will sure indulge 

The great Redeemer we adore 

The heav'ns declare thy glory, Lord 

The holy Eunuch, when baptiz'd 

Th' importance of a sacred right 

The lands, that long in darkness lay 

The long expected morn 



ing 



INDEX. 



301 



The Lord, descending from above 

The Lord is come : the heav'ns proclaim 

The Lord is ris'n indeed 

The Lord of glory is our light 

The Lord our shepherd is 

The mem'ry of our dying Lord 

The mighty God will not despise 

The promises we sing 

The righteous Lord, supremely great 

The Saviour calls, let ev'ry ear 

The spacious firmament on high 

The time is short ! the season near 

The true Messiah now appears 

Thee we adore, Eternal Name 

There is a fountain fill'd with blood 

There is a house not made with hands 

There is a land of pure delight 

There is no path to heav'nly bliss 

There's joy in heav'n, and joy on earth 

This is the day the Lord hath made 

Thou art, O God! a spirit pure 

Thou, God, all glory, honour, pow'r 

Thou only centre of my rest 

Though troubles assail, and dangers affright 

Through ev'ry age, eternal God 

Thus far the Lord has led me on 

Thus it became the Prince of Grace 

Thus the eternal Father spake 

Thus was the great Redeemer plung'd 

Thus we resolve before the Lord 

Thy mercies fill the earth, O Lord 

Thy presence, everlasting God 

Thy way, O God, is in the sea 

'Tis fmish'd ;— so the Saviour cry'd 

'Tis by the faith of joys to come 

To Christ, the Lord, let ev'ry tongue 

To God, the only wise 

To God, the universal King 

To him who on the fatal cross 

To our Almighty Maker, God 

To our Redeemer's glorious name 

To spend one sacred day 

To thee let my first off 'ring rise 



Hymn. 

123 
33 

58 
272 

98 
307 
216 
146 
213 
129 

12 
389 

74 
393 

83 
397 
396 

99 
332 

52 
6 
319 
378 
145 
385 
366 
258 

70 
248 
227 
153 
339 

22 

48 
155 

78 
209 
1 
195 
120 
310 
283 
358 



302 



1NDLX. 



'Twas on that dark, that doleful night 
'Twas on that night, when doom'd to know 
'Twas the commission of our Lord . 

Unthinking mortals, ye must die , 

Was pride, alas, e'er made for man . 

We bless thee, O thou worthy Lamb 

We will extol thee, Lord, on high 

We're not asham'd to own our Lord 

Welcome, sweet day of rest 

What equal honours shall we bring 

What honours we enjoy ... 

What myst'ries, Lord, in thee combine 

What shall the dying sinner do 

What though these bodies shall decay 

What wisdom, majesty, and grace 

When blooming youth is snatch'd away 

When God is nigh, our faith is strong 

When Israel through the desert pass'd 

When we are rais'd from deep distress 

When we survey the wond'rous cross 

Where is our God ? does he retire 

Where two or three with sweet accord 

While carnal men, with all their might 

While many sing of inward good 

While our Redeemer's near 

While shepherds watch'd their flocks by night 

Why do we mourn departed friends 

Why should a living man complain 

Why sinks our weak desponding mind 

Why will ye lavish out your years 

With heart and voice unfeign'd 

With humble heart and tongue 

With joy and gladness we would sing 

With pity, Lord, thy servants view 

Ye dying sons of men 

Ye glitt'ring toys of earth, adieu 

Ye hearts with youthful vigour warm 

Ye humble souls, approach your God 

Ye humble souls, rejoice 

Ye humble souls, that seek the Lord 



INDEX. 



m 



OUO 



Ye little flock, whom Jesus feeds 
Ye naked, wretched, hungry, poor 
Ye saints of ev'ry rank, with joy 
Ye scarlet-colour'd sinners, come 
Ye servants of the Lord . 
Ye servants of the living Lord 
Ye sin-sick souls draw near 
Ye sons of men, in sacred lays 
Ye sons of men, with joy record 
Ye that obey th' immortal King 
Ye tribes of Adam, join . 
Yes : the Redeemer rose 
Yonder — amazing sight ! we see 



Hymn . 

141 

134 

196 

243 

190 

45 

242 

14 

16 

355 

25 

53 

43 



Zeal is that pure and heav'nly flame 



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Hymn. 

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CM . 8 6 8 6 . 103 

S. M. .....6686. 98 

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112th. ... 8 8 8 8 8 8 . 247 

148th. 6 6 6 6 4 4 4 4. 25 

148th. ...666688. 102 

7s 7 7 7 7 . 278 

7, 6. 7 6 7 6 7 6 7 6 . 235 
8, 8, 6. ... 8 8 6 8 8 6 . 99 
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